Kol and Katharine
Katharine kind of hoped his wife either ended up somewhere in clothing or somewhere warmer if she too got sent someplace naked. The Poisoner Queen tilted her head. "Weak. Scared. Timid. Too kind." She shrugged as they walked. "Death imbued me with more powers. Like my pet snake, I shed my skin. Of course it helped that someone I trusted and loved caused it. I thought about sending him a thankyou basket with some poisoned gifts, but sadly he possesses the poisoner gift too." Truly too bad, because Pietyr deserved them.
"We don't have vampires back home. So I don't really know anything." Generally it would bother Katharine to not know something, but in this place she accepted it easier. "Is compulsion what I expect it would be? Something with your mind and obedience?" Now the Poisoner Queen considered the blood drinking aspect. "I wonder if my blood would hurt you Not that I want to hurt you, but from a purely scientific standpoint, considering how much poison I ingest. Do you usually have a food source?"
She looked at him and a smirk appeared on her face. "No, I can't imagine any of them felt enjoyable. I certainly didn't enjoy it myself."