Kol Mikaelson & Alyssa
"I would never put your life in danger just to drink from you, Alyssa." Once upon a time, perhaps Kol's answer would have differed, but he wasn't the same man he'd been centuries before. He liked to think he was more than just a killer now. Davina had helped him to see that.
Her comment amused him and Kol smirked. "After centuries of living up to that exact stereotype, I thought I would try something different," he chuckled. Plus, there was clearly one person here who didn't like vampires and he didn't want to encourage anyone else to feel the same. Walking around with blood on his lips, staining his face, was a sure way to potentially achieve that.
As Alyssa found herself a place to sit, Kol walked over and settled down beside her. He shook his head as Chessie appeared, snatching a cookie from Alyssa's plate, and then disappearing once more. "He is certainly a sneaky one, isn't he?" Kol commented. He managed a few more sips from his blood bag before answering her question.
"We're surviving. I got injured bad, but between my healing factor and her spells, I'm alright. It's a good thing this feast happened though." Kol hoped the hounds were gone for good. "How are you doing, love?"