Some found it odd that he'd been bonded to Rook instead of Mab, and sometimes, unless one knew where to look, they didn't know any better. James tended to be clinger with his Mistress, yes, but there was more physical availability there. It didn't matter to him, what others thought about his choice, either way. He belonged to both. If there was the possibility of being attached to two vampires in that way? He'd have done it. In any case, he didn't mind the bird like tendencies he had inherited through the blood.
He almost, almost wanted to ask what exactly the other ghouls had looked like but he was afraid to know. It was one thing to know they would have done horrible things to his corpse and another entirely different thing to know what they would have done. Curiosity, in this case, wouldn't get the better of him.
No. James was extremely lucky to be owned by the vampires he had. Many kindred didn't care even a fraction as much about those they ghouled. Tristan had been an easy look into that. "It's too bad we can't just be chipped." It was supposed to be a joke, but it fell a little bit flat once out loud. Shaking his head, the ghoul pulled himself up straight. "It has to be up to ghouls to report who is where if their vampires aren't protective." Even then, the hunters were human. He had been picked up with the sun still out. "Or during the day."