Living like an animal - as an animal, for so long. It was no wonder he was so unusual with his clicks and coos and whatnot. Still, it wasn't Ash's place to judge though some Toreadors might disagree there and suggest it was always their place. Who better to pass judgments than those gossipy hags? "That is... Quite a long time to be with someone." Ash couldn't relate, unfortunately.
He lifted a hand, gently pinching Rook's cheeks - then turning his head this way and that with a finger under his chin. He said nothing even as he lowered his touch to poke and again gently pinch Rook's middle. "Complete lack of baby fat," he noted finally, "I would say late twenties, no earlier. I cannot get more specific than that, I am afraid." And, alright, maybe that had been an excuse to get hands om him at the same time but no one needed to know that.