Rook not only smelled Mab but sensed her as well and so was prepared for the arms that when around him and the kiss to his neck. His eyes slid close at the affection and he gave a happy click in return before reopening them.
"You think so," he asked as he refocused on the trinkets before him. He had skimped some of his jars with the more common stuff—bits of string or tinsel that he had found just shiny enough to take his attention—and instead grabbed one of the jars with the more interesting pieces. "I'm trying to pick out something as a—gift." He slid a sideways look at her as he said that before his eyes refocused on the pile.
He cleared his throat before he continued and admitted, "I may have been following someone the last few nights."