He didn't complain and he usually wasn't shy but something about this conversation was making him a little bit. Even so, he didn't show it all that much. Instead, he let his hand trail against her cooler skin until his hand was covering her's, where it was trying to tease him. It wasn't a hard stop but it was a slow down, even in a slight way.
When Rook tilted his head, as well, he knew that he was pleased by James' action. He had come to understand quite a lot about both of the vampires he lived with, especially when it came to little movements and the way they said things. Mab was a little easier, true, but she was much more vocal about things. Most of the time, anyway. Rook had his moments.
Like this one. Even after all this time, the ghoul didn't know everything there was to know about ravens, but once the part of mates came from his Master's lips, he was struggling out of Mab's grip to immediately throw his arms around him. It wasn't something he normally did, no, but there was something heartbreaking in finding something like that. Would it work? Would it be okay? If it didn't, it would be the two of them picking him up but he had a better feeling. He trusted his Master and if something in him said it was okay, he would trust it. That didn't mean, though, that he wasn't secretly worried, deep down.
Who was being the nonverbal one this time? Words weren't needed right now.