kol wasn't the type to actually tell someone to not do what he wouldn't do. because he was more of the type to not caring about what anyone would think or says about his behavior and show them what they were missing. especially when those people were vampires or creatures who should feeds on something that was important for their survival. fleshes or bloods. fears. the fears in their eyes, when he saw it leaving their body slowly. a delight. especially when it does taste good when you taste it for the first time. he remember himself, being deprived of it and wanting to only drink fresh blood than drinking something that was rotten. smirking while he appreciated his meal of the day, he retreats his fangs slowly from the wrist of the girl who was now dead on the spot, sad emoji, as he looked at the woman opposite of him. " isn't this just great? savouring good things for a change? "