For now, he stayed where he was. This wasn't about pressing his closeness, pursuing the interest he had - the obsession. This was... Different. Rook had come to him. And while he did find Rook fascinating, attractive, and all those good things, his Toreador obsession hadn't sunk its claws into him - which was a good thing. The obsession burned out so quickly once it was satisfied...
"So you are asking to date me," which was very unusual for him. That had never happened in all of his many years of life. But then he was being presented with feathers, bound together in a neat bundle. Ash arched an eyebrow unable to help his lopsided, curious smile. Then he closed his eyes and lightly ran the bundled feathers against one cheek, then the other. "I love the feel of feathers. There is something... ethereal about it. Nothing else like it."