Well. Generally. Raff was fairly sure if she'd known his name she'd have said it, and it was probably hard to avoid noticing that Overbite had a new bassist when your brother was attempting to manage the whole bloody thing (doing a decent job, as much as could be expected when you were managing vampires, which Raff was fair certain was a whole lot like herding cats). Still, though, she'd paid enough attention to put a face with an instrument, and Raff's standards were low. He'd take it.
"Rafferty." He took her hand, but instead of the shake he imagined she was expecting, he swooped it up to kiss the back instead. He'd blame it on being over a hundred years old, you were allowed to be a bit old-fashioned. "I've had a bit to practice."
That smile really was something. Raff knew she probably smiled like that at everyone, but it still felt nice to be on the receiving end of it for himself. Sure, just being in a band got plenty of smiles aimed his way, but Raff knew that none of the fans really meant it. They'd rather be smiling at Leander, usually, he was just a brief stop before they got to the main attraction.