If Rook had ever wanted a smile from Ash, he got one now. Large, lopsided, cheeky. He realized exactly what had happened there as Rook's words faltered, not even needing to open his eyes to know. It was just there, lingering on the air. He trailed the feathers down the side of his neck, then slowly across his throat to the other side.
"I would never ask for more. I would prefer you did not end up looking like a plucked chicken in an effort to please me," Ash teased, finally opening his eyes again. "Will we go dancing then? Will you sing me more songs?" Yeah, maybe he had google searched the courtship habits of ravens just to be prepared. It was what it was.