Kol Mikaelson & Alyssa
"I don't normally have 'donors,' love." Kol had victims. Prey. And no blood bags. Him taking on a donor was a consequence of being trapped on this island without constant access to blood bags. It was a necessity in order to keep him from ripping out the throats of any of his fellow refugees. Of Davina. Making friends with Alyssa, his donor, was a potentially nice bonus. The fact that she seemed relatable and willing to reciprocate that potential friendship was encouraging.
Kol's gaze drifted to the white house and his voice turned distance. "It is an addiction in a way. At the sight of it, we have the potential to turn into monsters with only one goal in mind. To satiate the hunger. Humans cease to exist and all we see is prey." Before Davina, Kol would have considered himself far more dangerous to everyone on this island, but the witch had brought a sense of calm to his existence that allowed him to keep the beast at bay. Alyssa had nothing to fear from him.
But the mention of Davina brought him back and he looked back at Alyssa with a genuine smile playing on his lips. "No, it doesn't. The fact that the love is there is all that really does." Hence why Kol did not care too much about how Davina referred to him. Having her love was all that mattered.
The vampire laughed at the words and held out a hand. "Fair enough, love. I suppose I'll be glowing like you then?"