Rook could see the questions and confusion there on James's face but the wolf was something best left in the shadows. Or all intents the Gangrel was raven not wolf in nature. It was there in each of his beast marks, even the ones he had gotten before he had gotten strong enough for the raven to break free. It was also there in the fact that James had picked up traits of the raven from his blood and none of the wolf. Which had been a relief.
"Clearly," Rook agreed about Ash not needing too much of his protection. It was only natural that the Gangrel was going to feel some need to protect the Toreador, and the need to protect him had stayed the wolf rather than allow it to go after the Anarchs.
A change in topic was needed though, especially if he didn't want to go into explaining about the wolf to James right now. His eyes looked at over at James as Mab's change in target. There was amusement in his but his face stayed its usual blank sternness. "Oh very much so. After all, James' prettiness doesn't move me to make out with him on a random street." Then his eyes moved on to Mab with an accusing look. "Of course him running my feathers over his skin may have had a hand in that."