"Nah, I can let myself in," Raff told her. "No waitin' 'round unless I'm bein' polite."
Then, a second thought, "Which I'm bein', since it's just good fuckin' manners to wait for someone to invite you into their house, innit? Maybe that's where that all got started, vampires just havin' better manners than the lot of you. Didja ever think about that?"
He was pretty sure that wasn't actually what it was about, but hey, it was an interesting position to take, wasn't it? And Raff always tried to take the most interesting position in any argument, whether or not it stood the best chance of being right.
"Oh my god you're definitely Cassidy." Dillon had read and watched Preacher, he knew what he was talking about. If he had to take a guess he was going to go with the TV version but that might have just been because Joe Gilgun was weirdly hot and he would die on that hill. Not everyone's type, sure, but...
"Did ya tell 'em?" Raff was, perhaps, entirely unaware of exactly how much he sounded like the vampire in his head when he really got going.