Of course, he was. Weren't they all? It just mattered whether or not they were good. But the fact that he had been crying? That was... Damning for Rook, honestly. "He must be very close to his humanity. That could be trouble." But maybe that was why Rook liked him so much - they were opposites. White to Rook's black.
"Make something," she suggested with a grin, "A bracelet? A necklace? Are his ears pierced? Adorn him with pieces of you." What better way to try and lay claim than to let everyone see it, she wondered.