There was something else, deep under all of this, but he wasn't going to ask about it, not right now. Later, when there wasn't any hurt still swirling around from earlier. Later, when it was calmer. If they talked about it now, he had a feeling that Joseph might be worse off emotionally.
Instead of thinking of anything else, for that one moment, Rhys pressed a lingering kiss to Joseph's forehead, still holding his face as if he couldn't let go. Of course, that was until the mention was made about being tied to the bedposts, of course. His face would have, once again, been bright red but when he pulled away, he was still pale, those freckles more visible.
"We can... talk about that. Too." After everything he had discovered he liked? It was too much for him, really, but it wasn't at the same time. Maybe for sane Rhys but after being under the mercy of those hands for a while, he probably would have talked about almost anything. Maybe anything but Tremere secrets.