[Look, for a start, he can see nothing attractive about Jack?? Just as well Rhys chooses not to say that part aloud or Giovanni would only be further confused. He doesn't though, and whilst this whole exchange is confusing and disconcerting and completely out of the ordinary, a slow realisation is beginning to creep over him, the thought that Rhys isn't trying to catch him out at all.

He's silent for a further few moments, observes his superior carefully, looking for small indications that this is some kind of unconventional ruse. There's nothing about his bearing the speaks of deception, however, nothing in the scent of him to suggest a spike in anxiety that might reveal an attempt to lie. And so, very carefully, he says--]

...you want me to complain about him. Because you don't like him.

[a pause, and then with equal care.]

It's not my place to talk about my superiors in such a way, you realise.