Once James was in her lap, one arm went around his middle while the other settled a hand on his thigh - rather high up if she were being honest. But Hell, she had touched him in so many places before what was one hand? Or the secretive press of fingers in teasing massage? Anything to keep him wriggling.
"Make himself their new god?" she asked before the rest kicked in and her expression grew grave. So that's how it was. She relented on her touch to let Rook take her hand again, frowning slightly. Mab hadn't expected the Toreador to bring out that particular side in Rook and she wasn't certain she liked it. They had worked so hard to keep the wolf at bay, so to speak, yet here it was making its presence known. And James would have no bloody clue what they were talking about but she wasn't about to tell him. That was Rook's choice.
"I'm glad he was able to pull you out of it. He must be something particularly special then. But if he can make people think that he's a god, maybe you don't have to worry about protecting him that much," she offered, arching an eyebrow. "How about something a little lighter - just how pretty is he? Prettier than our James?" Time to poke a different bear.