"Hardly the same thing," she hissed, though she was careful to keep her teeth to herself. This wasn't an attempt to provoke him. It was simply that time and time again, Toreadors proved to be exactly what people thought they were while Gangrels were misunderstood because people didn't bother. At least, that's the way it was in her experience. And maybe there was a smidge of jealousy because she didn't want to see their happy home torn apart if the Toreador decided to ditch.
Rook would follow. James would go after Rook. And she would be alone again.
Mab was trying so hard to keep her sudden anger to herself. Gently, she pushed James off of her lap and slipped out of her seat. "I need to work. You boys have a good conversation." Yes, she was leaving Rook with his dreamy, starry-eyed ghoul so she could go back to her workroom and continue her research for Amadeus.