Was he? Rook hadn't thought about that. Nor what it could mean. It caused him to look down at his hands. "Trouble? He didn't seem to mind. He touched me and let me touch his face without fear." Nor had he judged the reactions of Rook's eyes that he hadn't bothered to hide and his fingers in Rook's hair—the Gangrel blinked and pulled himself out of the memory of what that had felt like.
The suggestion caused Rook to just look at Mab and blink in response. Make something sure but jewelry? What did he know about making jewelry? Though it did get him thinking. Lovers often gave each other locks of hair, didn't they? Rook could do something like that. A feather totem of sorts that Ash could keep in his pocket to keep a piece of Rook close and make him think of him. It was a start, wasn't it? "I can do something." And it wasn't as if he lack for supplies to do so. Ribbion and the such to wrap around them.