Being a Mikaelson, part of the original family, instilled in Kol an elitist attitude that had never truly been broken until after his death. Coming here had changed Kol's perceptions of humans like Oliver, but he owed a lot of that change to dating a human. Allison had proven humans could be just as strong as any supernatural.
Kol was, for the most part, picky about his company. In Madison Valley, he'd learned to be less so. He found himself friends with supernaturals and humans alike. Though, he knew there still remained quite a few people who despised him too. Not that he particularly cared. The opinion of only a select few mattered to Kol.
The bartender departed to make their drinks and Kol turned to Oliver. "Nice choice. Out of curiosity, how many of those did you manage on that night you got sloshed?" Because Kol was curious to know just how much it might take to get this particular human drunk.