Rook raised his eyebrows at the anger words but didn't question them. They all had their sire issues. Well, except for maybe Mab. She seemed farther found of hers. But from what he understood she hadn't been abandoned or Embraced against her will so that already gave her sire a leg up on others.
"So—" Rook started, those wheels in his head turning as he thought this through. Toreador were known for being a self-absorbed lot. He could easily imagine a childe of such blood getting upset when they didn't get the attention they so often thought was owed to them that they'd just leave to go find it elsewhere. "Maybe you're right. Maybe embracing someone else was the wrong way to go about things. Maybe you need someone who's not Toreador. Who won't get upset when you get caught up in work."