Mab rubbed the back of her fingers against her chin, considering her sire for a moment. They both knew, of course, that particular ritual was usually negated by the Embrace. It usually didn't work on Kindred. But that was why he had asked what he had, she supposed.
"Maybe. You realize, of course, even if your lover stubs their toe, you're going to ken it and you won't ken why or how badly? Paranoia might get the better of you," she warned. It was quite the issue with James on occasion but she had learned to ignore the alerts when she knew he was perfectly safe - in the shop, strapped up in their home, so on.