Alright, alright, fine. She stopped - not that he had asked that in particular but only because he knew better than to tell her to stop doing anything. She was just being polite. The birds were having a serious conversation anyway. Was this what a storytelling was? A storytelling of ravens?
And then suddenly James was leaping out of her arms to throw himself at his master. Oh good God. She could already see the look forming on Rook's face over the ghoul's shoulder. Mab got up just enough to bodily haul James back. "You know your Master dislikes being touched, boy. And anyway, he's picked a Toreador." She didn't say it would come to nothing because clearly there was something there between them but who knew what would happen in the lengthy amount of time it took anyone to court Rook.