Joseph chuckled at Rhys' love tap. "You know how I like it rough," he teased. He planned the spend the rest of the morning making it up to Rhys. All right, so he planned to spoil his lover as much as possible. Especially after his showing the last few days. Rhys was a rare soul indeed.
He'd seen a lot of death in his unlife. Sometimes, the kindest end someone could have was passing quietly in their sleep. Rhys had cared enough to try to ease their pain as much as he could. No one had missed that, from Joseph's retinue to the Kindred and kine there.
"They will," he agreed. "I was a far more useless creature when Sylvia Embraced me. I saw the last two nights the potential Henry saw in you when he sired you. How much you did with so little knowledge. With more than a century as I've had? Or longer? You'll be capable of wonders I can't even begin to fathom."