"You can follow me if you like," because he knew that Rook would want to make sure he got home safely and he didn't rightly care whether it was a man or if it was as the raven. Still, he was finding it difficult to tear himself away, especially when he wanted to hear more of that deeper voice, maybe right in his ear. And what was that accent? He wanted to know more.
But not tonight. Save a little mystery. Ash forced himself to pull away, tucking his gift in the front pocket of his hoodie. If he didn't turn away now, he was going to falter. So he straightened his back and turned - his steps hesitated. For a moment, he just didn't move... And then he fought through it to resume his walk, only separated from Rook because he knew if he tried to walk with him again, they'd end up in the same position.