Rhys blinks, not taking the interest in stride. He's not used to anyone being interested in what he has to say about bugs. It's pleasant, but he doesn't let himself bask in it. "I can alter pheromones, to command them through my will. The bugs themselves are supposed to be specialized, although these have not been." He would have to work on that, if he was going to stay. Just until Nyx came to rescue him.