Somewhere along the way, he had gotten used to putting Mr. in front of everyone's names but never did with Henry. An interesting thing that wasn't going to be given air any time soon. Not even after the older Tremere's joke. What would it be like not to know his own father? Maybe he could focus on that by forgetting him altogether as time went on.
"I-I thought you'd send a letter or something." Relaxing just a bit, Rhys came to stand in the doorway of the library properly. Was it weird of him to have assumed a long distance teaching thing between the two of them? Probably. He could understand, now that he thought about it, why that would be difficult when learning about lost arts and blood magic. Language, maybe, but he supposed some things were better to watch and learn than just read. Not particularly his style but he had signed up with Henry to do so...
"Ah. No." The blood pack had almost been forgotten in his hands, the forced attention to it making him lift a little bit to make it more obvious. "I fed from a human once." It hadn't gone the absolute best but it was yet another thing he'd been promised a later revisit. Hopefully, that wasn't something that Amadeus was going to drag him into right this second. Was that part of blood magic? Hot blood straight from the source?