Kol was glad she understood, somewhat, as he settled back again, hand reaching for his drink. He lifted it to his lips, watching her over the rim of the glass. “Well,” he began with a chuckle, placing his drink back down on the bar counter, “See anything you like?” The Original surveyed her as she stared at the dance floor, wondering if she could tell yet that he wasn’t human. He could tell she was supernatural, although he didn’t know specifically what she was. The youngest Mikaelson listened intently to her words, nodding as she spoke. “You won’t bore me, I can assure you.” The vampire was being truthful, he was bemused by others problems, although this piqued his interest due to how it hit close to home. However, upon her last words his demeanor darkened for a brief moment, before he shifted in his seat and replied, “People can change, that much is true. I can attest to that,” he spoke carefully, not revealing much but attempting to properly convey that he was being truthful. “Thank you,” he jokingly puffed up at the compliment, “Well, there’s plenty of single men, and women, in the crowd.” He offered.















