Eye slid close at the feel of those fingers and Rook's head tilted towards Mab, into those fingers that massaged and petted his scalp. He leaned in and pressed up against her, the reactions second nature and ones he didn't even think about around her. After all, it was her that had pulled him from beast to man and knew well that there was parts of him that were never going to go completely away.
He did crack open an eye to look at her as she caught on. Then he opened the other and looked back down at the pile on the counter. He picked up and a ribbon and started to thread it through his fingers. "I think so. I've been finding myself wanting to court—to bond—for a while now." He shifted his eyes to look over at Mab. To let her know it wasn't her, it was just that the raven wanted someone who was his.
Then his gaze shifted worriedly back down to his pile. "He's Toreador though."