"I know, I know!" He was glad that Mab pulled him off before it became too much, but he really couldn't have helped himself. It was something worth being giddy over. He couldn't remember a time where Rook had been interested in someone like this. At least, not that he'd been told. It also wasn't like he'd been with them for a hundred years, either. Maybe he was going to, maybe not. There was always going to be that possibility that they didn't need him anymore, yes.
Going back with his Mistress with a large grin on his face, he didn't regret it. He wasn't all that afraid of her, anymore, but he wasn't stupid enough to think she was harmless. Not in the least. Out of the two, if he was going to worry about someone - "I trust you, Master." Even though he was still excited, still smiling, it was said with a serious tone. He wanted to help but knew better than to even think about it.
What was going to happen in the future, to their little vamily if this worked out? Only time would tell. "What's he like?" Asked as he settled back into the woman behind him, his hands reaching for her's to pull them back around him.