Rook wasn't sure which was worse right now—the almost dreamy look on James' face as he asked about Ash or Mab brushing Ash off as a Toreador once again. Either way, it made the look on Rook's face even grumpier as he pressed his lips together and stared at the both of them. He even folded his arms across his chest. It wasn't like he didn't know they cared, or that there were somethings that Mab would never be able to understand. Would things be easier if Ash wasn't a Toreador? Possibly. But it wasn't like Rook had set out Toreador shopping and just happened to decide on Ash. His interest and desire were instinctual—something he trusted a lot more than the way most Kindred went about picking someone.
"And I'm just a beast, right," he asked to get his point across. It's what most thought of Gangrels in general. Nothing more but animals. Rook himself more than most since too much time as one had erased most of his human nature. It was one of the reasons that the other clans hated the Gangrels because it showed them just how easily their humanity could be replaced by the Beast in them.
Rook gave a grunt and shook his head. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he's just another Toreador. Maybe he'll disappear next week." And maybe if he did Rook would be right behind him like he told Ash he would be. Which was his only real worry, his thoughts echoing James' about how this was going to change things. How Rook was going to balance the needs of his mate without abandoning his family. "But he has a soft, gentle nature to him." One that the raven both craved after what he had been through in the past and one it wanted to nurture in a mate.