Had he ever had some sort of solid routine? Other in the way he cleaned a room, probably not? That brought an interesting question in what all the kindred he already knew did for that kind of thing. Or even if all vampires kept in check with their humanity. Probably not but everyone had a bad apple, right?
Without really realizing, again, Rhys tangled his fingers together, still feeling a lot better than he had in several nights. Ever since - Well. Ever since he'd gone hunting outside with Henry. Maybe there was something in the difference between hot blood and bagged. Of course, Amadeus had mixed some of his own into the mix, as well, so there was that. He'd have to ask about that later. That brought back a something that had happened in the Prince's office. With the younger being the correct generation?
For now, focusing on the conversation at hand. Almost smiling again, Rhys tilted his head slightly again. "Knowing me... It'll probably be books, in the end." The original feeling of cracking an ancient tome open for the first time as a vampire, all the sensations heightened in a way he wouldn't have known otherwise. "What happens if you forget? Your touchstone.."