The way Rhys' throat worked before he spoke up was obvious, as was the look in his green eyes. "You did..." It was just the first time really seeing it first hand, other than the anger from before. His fingers loosened from their holds to slide down, pressing his palms against Joseph's chest. Not in a push motion, never that.
"I am a little bit thirsty." He'd had a little earlier that evening, with him, but after that he hadn't quite had the chance to get anything else. There was a brief thought about what would happen to all the blood that was still left in the fridge in the basement but it didn't really matter that much. It would store for a long time and he was starting to get used to not having his meals cold. Well, as long as you didn't count the blood he'd taken from Joseph.