There. James had agreed to be a good boy and let the witch and the raven do his fighting - at least when it came to Kindred anyway. She had given him a sharply clawed finger ring for his own use on one of his birthdays a few years ago but that was better for kine. It would never deter a Kindred.
But she was happy to distract them all with talk of Rook's little date. James was immediately taken in and practically bouncing in his seat - but Mab arched an eyebrow, attention focused on Rook as he mentioned the Anarchs. "Really... So they're trying to shift the balance," she sounded fascinated. How in the fuck did they think they were going to accomplish that?
Oh, Rook had gone with the feathers and it had gone tremendously well it seemed. "Really. Just right there in the street after an attack. My goodness. It must have been quite the night." She reached out with both her hands to grab James by the shirt, pulling him out of his seat and towards her lap. "Take a seat and give us all the details from top to bottom."