Kol and Azriel
Kol listened to Azriel's explanation about Amren. From what he gathered of the tale, the Fae did not know how to define her simply because she'd been separated from them. From everything. He found it interesting, but Kol was always fascinated by anything that could potentially involve magic. "So, you do not know how to define her because she's been separated from others for so long," Kol replied. He shrugged. "It makes sense."
Given how much Dean seemed to judge, he was grateful that everyone else seemed to refrain from doing so for the most part. If they were going to survive this place, they could not let petty, preconceived notions of others separate them. Dying twice and falling in love with a certain witch had definitely put things in perspective for him.
"Confusion or something far more conniving?" Kol asked. "I think who or what is in charge is playing a game with all of us. These two days of feasts feel more like a reward for surviving the hounds." It angered Kol to be nothing more than a toy, but what could he do? What could any of them really do? These mysterious hosts had yet to show themselves and no one present had enough power to send them all home.
The original vampire frowned. "Not entirely. Of course vampires need humans, beings with blood in general, to survive in order for us to feed upon, but I can truly tell you that most of the time we are not that organized about it." Most of the time, Kol would just rip out someone's throat without so much as a single thought. Blinded by hunger, vampires did not stop to think about preserving their prey for the future. They only thought of satisfying the burning ache reverberating throughout their entire being for blood.
Kol's frown shifted into a knowing smirk. So, Blondie had made a friend. He wasn't surprised. Caroline had a light about her that tended to draw in everyone...for better or worse. "I am actually."