Cyrus had a faint little scowl on his face as Rhys reprimanded him. He'd gotten a slightly foul taste in his mouth now, and he needed to get rid of it. After a moment of trying to bring himself down from his somewhat annoyed state, he took Rhys into his hands again and gently started to lick at the underside, near the base, and up to the tip, allowing his tongue and jaw to get accustomed to the gesture before attempting to be somewhat more adventurous with the motions his tongue made.