Joseph was rather unused to anyone outside his own retinue worrying about him. In all honesty, very few of them had ever been allowed to see behind the jovial mask he wore for the world. He only had two ghouls that had been with him for more than twenty years. They were the only ones who had been with him in Kent when he'd fallen apart and behaved so badly. Joseph was much more careful now.
But he had no armor against Rhys' earnestness and sweetness. The fact he'd very nearly lost control and the boy was still here said so much about him. Joseph had missed that outlet so badly he'd very nearly gone completely to bits when it was offered to him again.
"You're irresistible," Jospeh purred. "Come to bed, love. I want to do wicked things to you again."