It hadn't necessarily been what Raff wanted, either, back when it happened. Vampires hadn't exactly had as much good press back then as they did in the modern day, and he'd known from Cass all about how bloody hard it was to hide it away for the next half century or so, before living the night life got a little more acceptable. Of course, also because of Cass, he'd gotten an almost prophetic idea of what the future might turn out like and that, like they said to all the queer kids now, it got better.
Maybe that was it, why Raff had been able to accept it as easy as he had. Knowing that if he just lasted out the next sixty years or so, things would start getting better. When you were going to live maybe forever, sixty years wasn't all that long to wait for it.
"As hard as it was bein' a vampire through all that time... bein' a human and that bein' it, when you had someone who knew what the bloody two thousands look like and knowin' even if you lived that long you'd be too old to enjoy it, that woulda been worse. It's about havin' something to look forward to, maybe." Another shrug. "Or somethin' like that. I'm prob'ly just drunk. And what about you? Would you wanna do the whole fangs and drinkin' blood part of the deal?"
Not that Raff was volunteering or anything. If Lรฉon would kick him out of the band for flirting with his baby sister, he'd probably actually kill him for biting her. Raff might have been a total piece of shit on the bottom of someone's shoe, but he knew all about how to keep his fangs to himself unless the situation was absolutely desperate, even as drunk as he happened to be right then.
Besides. Turning people, that had never worked out for Cass. Raff doubted that it would go any better for him, if he did it. Imagine being saddled with him as the one who turned you for all eternity?