Without further questioning in their relationship, it didn't take Rhys all that long to calm down again, using the heel of his hand to rub at his face. Hadn't he promised himself he wasn't going to get so worked up like this, so easily? It was just a question, it obviously wasn't meant to get to him like this but he was baited so quickly. Why was it so easy? It was obvious that it made everyone else laugh at him when he did that but he wasn't used to people trying. Not that that was quite right, but, kind of?
By the time he replied, the younger kindred was leaning heavily against the counter behind him, fingers curling under the edge. "I've always been told I ask too many questions, that it's annoying. I've always figured stuff out on my own." But that had been simple human stuff. There was a large difference in stuff like that and learning how to drink blood or learning the magic his clan was known for. "To change that now is strange. Even when Henry told me to ask away, I still held back a lot." There was a pause there, a look down at the floor. "It's weird... I've become dependant on someone again, and again with you."
But that could turn to clingy, just like what he must seem when it came to his sire. He'd never said so but here he was, going on and on about him. Again. Just like that, a decision was made. Straightening, Rhys finally looked back up, a serious look on his face. "I want to be useful, and when he comes back, I want to show him I didn't waste time. Please, Mr. Amadeus, teach me. I'll learn everything you throw at me." Of course, his fingers were still clinging to the counter and if it wasn't stone, he probably would have cracked it.