"No," came the simple response when he could find a moment to manage it. Pushing the limits of what they could have right then seemed to be the best idea, at least in Ash's mind. That was why his hands disappeared under Rook's shirt, one flattening against his stomach. The other was still clutching the bundle so there was a hint of the feeling of feathers as well.
But they were still out in public. How far could they really go before it became indecent or perhaps some local hobo shouted at them to get a room? He didn't know if he wanted to find out or not. He knew he should be good, force himself to back away, but Rook was pressing all the buttons that said indulge and he wasn't sure the Gangrel knew it.