Well, well, this was definitely progress. Joseph leaned in as Rhys pulled him closer by his shirt. It was clear it was taking a great deal of effort for him to try to be dominating, and Joseph planned to reward that effort richly.
While it was unlikely he could easily tear the seams of Joseph's shirt as easily as the Brujah had shredded the filmsy tee shirt Rhys had been wearing, he could at the very least make short work of the buttons.
Joseph nipped Rhys' lower lip, smiling in obvious approval. "Put me where you want me," he encouraged.