Kol Mikaelson and Cameron
"Fighting words from a girl that I'm pretty sure just showed up a week ago," Kol countered smoothly, folding his arms upon his chest. "But more power to you, love. I enjoy an ego in a woman. Confidence is sexy." But, on the flip side, Kol found someone who was potentially more shy and less confident attractive too. It really came down to personality. While he didn't mind a woman that could kick his ass, he certainly didn't mind being the driver seat once and a while either.
Kol shrugged. "I'd say it's more like honesty, love. Though, it's cute your mind immediately jumped to that conclusion." He winked. The vampire wouldn't be opposed to seeing her again; the comment was hardly one to ruffle his feathers. He'd had centuries of practice at this game. Though, he was thoroughly enjoying the fact that she thought she was an expert. "If you don't know me well, it should be," he replied, his eyes darkening. "Maybe I don't want to have an audience. Did you ever think of that, darling?"
He leaned forward and settled his arms on the table between them. He studied her a moment, brown eyes taking in her beautiful face and processing what she'd just told him. No, it was not on the same level as admitting to being a vampire, but it was something he could use to his advantage if he ever wanted to. Kol would file that away if he ever ended up with Cameron in a situation without an audience.
"You might enjoy it then. Being bitten I mean. It can be a rush to the human," Kol replied. "Depending on who is doing the biting." His smirk shifted back to that all too familiar cheeky grin. "You might really find it thrilling to have my fangs buried in your neck." He sat back in his seat, fingers resting on the edge of the table. "Maybe one day when we have more than five minutes you'd like to find out."