Mab had been working in the backroom - which was actually a larger, secondary backroom hidden away with so many wards that it might have been called ridiculous. She didn't like the idea of keeping some of these things in their Haven so she had created her own space behind the shop. So far, trying to figure out what Amadeus wanted was not happening. That ritual was really only meant to track ghouls and kine. Kindred blood broke it every time. She thought, perhaps, she might have to rebuild it from the ground up but that was going to take so much time.
So for now, she was taking a break. Emerging into the shop, she noticed Rook settled on his stool with some of his trinkets strewn about. Interesting. It wasn't uncommon for him to go through his treasures but a few of those sounds were new. Knowing that Rook would likely smell she was there anyway, she didn't bother announcing herself. Her arms went around his muscular middle and she kissed the curve of his neck with teasing nibbles.
Mab settled her chin on his shoulder as she peered over to look at what treasures he had picked out tonight. "Those are some very fancy bits and bobs tonight," she cooed, bumping her head against his lightly, "What's the occasion or are we just admiring the collection?"