Mab squeezed Rook's hand gently, pulling him a little closer. In a way, they were like her little coven though she'd never actually called them that aloud. "Maybe no', but I'd rather it be out there, spoken of, than let to fester and you to wonder." But James probably hadn't even thought that hard about it. He was often like a duck, letting things roll off his back. Perhaps he was just secure in the knowledge that he served two stronger Kindred instead of some moron.
She snorted faintly at the idea of James being able to fight off a Kindred but that one did... look a little dainty, didn't he? Still, looks could be deceiving. She knew there were a few out there who still wrote her off as 'woman' and therefor 'incapable'. "Perhaps best to let Rook and I handle it either way. Especially when your master is planning the perfect clean-up job," apparently, anyway.
Still, now that Rook was here, she slid her gaze to him with a coy expression. "How did your date go?" She had a feeling James had no idea what Mab was talking about and so it was her gift to him.