It made sense that blood magic would use up more blood, but how much blood would he have to keep drinking? Most likely dependent on quite a few variables. He had to get over some of his introverted tendencies if he was going to stay alive if the bagged blood wouldn't keep him fed. Yet more that made sense, but it would be difficult for him. Rhys never spent much time around others and for the past few years it had just been him, his family and Henry. He hadn't paid much attention to maintaining friendships but maybe that was something that needed to change as well.
"Because of the magic?" Without realizing it, as Amadeus spoke, Rhys had drained the hot blood in the cup he had cradled with his hands. It had been a shock at first but he felt different with just that little bit, as if he'd been freezing and now he wasn't? Probably not a thing but he couldn't put a finger on it otherwise. That, and the different in boost. Instead of feeling slightly fulfilled, he felt better than he had in weeks.
"I don't have many ties to then. Maybe my mother but... does that count? If I remember her face?" It might work, or it might be more of a detriment. Henry had told him to forget all of them but was that only in the sense of not contacting them? He wouldn't know unless they found him and Rhys could ask all the questions that had been piling up. At the thought of annoying the poor older vampire, a ghost of a smile slid over his lips, barely there but noticable.