James was a very good boy and didn't press the issue. The topic changed and though she could tell their special little ghoul knew something was wrong, he didn't ask. They had trained him well. She gave Rook a look of silent 'oh my' when he mentioned the feathers. So it had worked out then. Funny how she could do that over and over but it wasn't as inspiring as when some skinny Toreador did it. Shame.
"You're not wrong," she purred in the ghoul's ear, once more licking a line along the curve of his throat. Only this time a bit of teeth followed, just enough to break the skin. She licked the tiny wounds almost immediately after - was there suck thing as a fangtease? Now there was.
"No one should want to make me jealous. Unless they want to end up like my three husbands," she snorted vaguely, shaking her head slightly. Mab usually only spoke of the third one that she had devoured her first nights as Kindred. The other two, well, she'd at least mentioned their very untimely deaths. "Anything else of note in your romantic adventures, Rook?"