For a second, just one, Rhys had thought that was the end of it but Amadeus had to continue. All he could really do was hold still in a way only kindred could, green eyes watching as his mentor spoke, that weight in his stomach getting heavier with every word. From the way he was talking, it sounded like the attention on him was fleeting. But wasn't that the way it was with everyone?
For the first time, this whole time, he sincerely questioned what Henry had been thinking when he'd seen him in the library and thought 'this one'. It had been something brought up, of course. The pretty face, the monster inside, his photographic memory and thirst for knowledge. He was doing a rather good job at that knowledge part, wasn't he?
Pressing his teeth again, Rhys pressed his hands into the couch on either side of him, pushing back so he was pressed against the back. "I see. What's best, then?"