Amadeus didn't even bother looking up from the book at first. "I would make a joke about Mr. Amadeus being my father but it's unknown who my father was nor is Amadeus the name I was born with so the point is mote I suppose." Snapping the book closed, he sat it down and then turned around to face Rhys.
"Oh don't look so shocked. I was bound to show up sooner or later." He took a moment to look the young Tremere over. He didn't seem any worse for wear and judging by the blood pack in his hand he was eating. If Amadeus had been a Malkavian he might have been able to pick up on the inner turmoil that the fledgling was experiencing. Which for Rhys was actually a good thing since the Sheriff didn't know of the thoughts he had been having concerning his human family. A human family that was a risk and would have to be taken care of if Rhys did end up reaching out.
Instead, Amadeus' attention was focused on the blood pack and the fact that he was here to teach the little Tremere. The sight of it reminded him that he still needed to find out just what all Henry had taught Rhys. "Is bagged blood all you've known since being Embraced?"