Rook reached out and traced the path the feathers had taken over Ash's lips with his thumb, his eyes glued to them as he did. Then he lifted his eyes back up to meet the Toreador's gaze, his head tilting to the side slightly as he did. Even as he tried to puzzle things, the corners of his own lips twitched as Ash said he didn't mind the sounds of the raven. Rook knew that it could be odd and off-putting to some so he was glad that Ash didn't mind.
"I'd like that." He wouldn't mind it if it was just Ash. Rook avoided crowds as much possible and going out to a club—especially to dance—would be hell for him. The only thing he did do when going to any place like that was to find a corner or wall and watch others. "We should probably start moving again."