Raff mimed zipping his lips, then locking them, and then pretended to drop the key in her drink with a wink. "Just so long as you don't tell him how badly I mangled that impression, deal? I'll give it a bit more practice before I break it out the next time he's readin' us the riot act, wouldn't want to ruin the surprise before then."
Compared to Claire thinking even in passing about the benefits of being a vampire, especially if she was right about how himself felt about the whole thing, Raff was sure that a little bit of good natured mimicry wasn't nearly as big a deal. Secrets always felt more secure when you both had something on the line, though, and he didn't want her to feel like he had something he could dangle over her head any moment. He wouldn't, he'd never, not to anyone, but she didn't know him from Adam, now, did she? She wouldn't know that. He was just another vampire in the band, and one that she wasn't even as personally acquainted with as the rest.
She might have done her best to hide that shiver, but she hadn't quite managed to hide it well enough to escape his notice, any more than that moment of something over the other brother. Raff slid down off the ledge and knocked the rest of his drink back. "Colder'n my dead granda's shriveled black heart out here—and since you never got the pleasure, I'll tell you, that's fuckin' cold. How 'bout you let me replace what you spilled there while I'm topping up, and I'll tell you my embarrassin' baby vampire stories at the bar?"
Surely Lรฉon couldn't object too much to Raff persuading his sister in out of the cold with something as innocent as the tale about how he ended up in a barn balancing on a barrel just out of the sunlight all day once back in the early 1940s. There wasn't even any drugs, sex, or violence involved in that one! It was the tamest story that Raff had, probably, which made it barely good enough to keep telling.
It was just... everything was going so well. Raff didn't imagine she'd be much interested in hanging out with him once she'd sobered up, so he was going to soak up as much of someone seeming to like him as he could, while it was on offer.