That little bitch? She must have been talking about that one dude who didn't seem to enjoy the fact he had a servant that catered to his every whim. He knew there was better out there - he had it with Mab and Rook. James might be a smidge afraid of the former, even now, but they took excellent care of him. More than a couch surfing twenty something could have hoped for in life. There were some that would look at their relationship with a weird eye but the ghoul knew exactly where he wanted to be - with the two of them and this shop. Where else was he going to get to be a manager? No, but it was more than that.
He'd been about to say something to the effect that he knew better when he felt that little tingle in his spine. Or, at least, that's how he described knowing that Rook was close to him. Quiet steps didn't matter when his body told him the other part of their trio was right there. Normally, he would have stood up and greeted Rook with some flip comment, or something like it, but his anger gave him pause.
"It was an internet post, Master." A serious note to his voice, actively working to calm him down. "I think he was honeslty talking out of his ass and didn't mean anything serious out of it." He didn't. Maybe if they hadn't been together for more than a decade at this point. If he was a month in or a little more? He would have seriously thought about it. Even so, there were some days where he thought about little dark things, wondering if he was enough. Those, however, were easily pushed away at this point.