Oh dear, he had broken the poor boy. Ash tried not to be amused by it. He lifted the feathers again, running them along Rook's jaw to tap them against his chin. Then Ash brought them to his own lips, tracing the edges of his grin.
"Whichever makes you happy. I do not mind the sounds of the raven," one of them needed to be able to be loud - Ash sure as Hell couldn't. Even when confronted with the Anarchs, he had never raised his voice above what it was normally. "And I can teach you to dance - in the privacy of my apartment. Forgive me if my steps are a little old fashioned, to begin with."