At the pointing out him not being nervous all the time, Rhys hid his face against the other man's stomach so that he couldn't see his expression. A few times last night, for the most part. While he still wasn't fully relaxed now, and maybe not for awhile, being petted while face down on top of Joseph might do it. He did know now. The part he didn't know was that it put him in another light if he chose to stay right where he was. How could he not, though? The feelings were mutual. First he was the Sheriff's apprentice and now the lover of a Marquess. For wanting to hide away from Kindred and the society, this probably wasn't the way to do it.
As Joseph talked, Rhys rubbed one hand, as best as he could, against his back, trying to be calming just like that hand in his hair. Twenty years ago, he had been three years old and learning how to talk. It was hard to remember, sometimes, that people were that much older than him. They had all had adventures and danger, love and loss, seen things the baby Tremere couldn't imagine.
He did know what Blood Hunts were, though, surprisingly enough. The politics part he could understand, a little, as well. Kindred life in general seemed bloody and cruel, but there were good spots, too. What he couldn't agree with was the tale of the ages bit, because all of it had been interesting to Rhys. More information. It showed, at least a little, how Joseph cared about his people and those around him. "Do you like your job?" 'At all' was the tone that was added there, but not in a forceful way. He could understand not wanting to be in the spot light, but the man in his arms was not really like that at all.