Joseph knew he wasn't alone in that sentiment. Cracking his skull on the tub would definitely ruin the mood. They could save the grappling for the bed.
He'd been a child of the highest privilege, the only son of high ranking nobles. Everything had been handed to him and he'd rarely faced consequences. Joseph had taken it all for granted, pursuing his own interests and goals and only marginally aware of the misery and trials of others. He hadn't been cruel by any means. Just directionless and more concerned about bedding whomever had caught his fancy because he resented the fact he could never truly be with the man he loved. What Sylvia had seen in him, he'd never know.
But if Joseph could become a Kindred of power and respect, Rhys certainly would be able to make something of himself. Likely in half the time and with less frustration on his mentor's part. And much less property damage.
"Beauty before age," he reminded Rhys as he chuckled at the soft push. He had plans to show his appreciation and make amends for the rest of the morning. And a desire of his own they had yet to have a chance to try.