Yes, James knew which made it worse. She appreciated his eagerness for affection and his joy for Rook, but making his master uncomfortable wasn't going to do him any favors. Nor would it do any for Rook who had trouble with touching and affection anyway. She ran her tongue over her teeth, the only sign of her mild annoyance.
"It's not that I don't have faith in you, Rook. I just don't want to see you hurt," the 'again' was unspoken. Although the Gangrel wolves might have thought it was tough love, they had just been hurting Rook over and over. He wasn't like them, never would be. Mab rolled her eyes slightly as her hands were tucked back around James by the ghoul himself but did nothing to fight it.
She scoffed slightly at the question, "He's a Toreador. What much else is there to know?"