Didn't say it was bad, did I? [ Quirks a brow. ] Look. It's not like the very thought of snogging someone who's alive is repulsive or anything. Hell, I can see th' appeal of a lit'le warmth thrown into the mix... but that's not what it's about here.
It gets complicated. More than it should ever need to be. You're breakable and we're things that go bump in th' night... the two don't really mix, do they? Sure, th' actual bumping in th' night might be all fun and games if you find a way around how bloody fragile the living are but even if you look past all the blood drinking and lack of a pulse and the trouble with conflictin' schedules on account of that pesky sun... there's one fact you won't ever be able to ignore.
Sooner or later, one way or the other... the living die.