Thank God he no longer had the ability to blush. It had been there, a little still, when Rhys had first met Amadeus but that had been so close to his date of embrace. Maybe someday he could figure out a way to do it through blood magic, but it would be a long time before he wanted that. If ever. Things and wants changed, as was obvious by his feelings and sudden bedroom desires towards a certain Brujah.
As for Tristian? Rhys thought often about the younger Malkavian's words, even though he knew he shouldn't. He should have passed them out of his mind when he'd left him on the street to return home but he hadn't been able to. Especially in the time after that when he'd finally almost lost to his beast. "Maybe he is... Madder." Julian didn't immediately want to link arms and skip down the street, either. Maybe keeping it together, even a little bit, came with age? Or it made it worse. His only experience seemed to be night and day at this point. Maybe he should try and talk to him again?
Shaking that thought out of his head, he did as Julian asked, sitting across from him and sitting on his hands. Rhys at least wanted to try and keep his little nervous ticks down, try and have an actual conversation without fidgeting too much. It wasn't something he could exactly control over all, but he could try. As for that coy smile? Maybe he wouldn't have as much control as he wanted.
"I'm not sure... What exactly Amadeus expected us to talk about."