Somehow, the not talking about Tremere secrets to anyone else but that clan had been a given for him. It made sense why he had shied away from telling people the name of mentor unless they already knew, ect. But really, the only people he talked to generally were in this room. Well, Mab wasn't here, no, but close enough. If they were going to be picky, he could have thrown Ariel in there, too, since he didn't usually say much but. Not the point.
But... did the time that he'd told Joseph he had made someone go to sleep count? That could have been any kind of sleep. He could have knocked the girl out or something. The mere thought of that one slip of the tongue made him start chewing on the edge of his own with his back teeth as he continued to listen.
"Unmade." Dead. Final death. Just a week ago, he probably would have thought about that with a different mindset but now? He didn't know. He didn't want to die. "I-I understand." That was enough of a deterrent, even with someone as quiet as Rhys.
The look to his neck had him dropping his hand and looking away, rubbing the tops of his thighs with his palms hard enough to wrinkle the material of his pants. It was only a movement that lasted a few moments before he stopped, tucking his hands between his knees. Still not quite looking at Amadeus, he shook his head. "N-no. He didn't." There seemed to be a lot that he didn't know about Joseph. He was starting to feel really stupid.