Kol and Katharine
She stopped and offered the vampire a mock glare. "Poisonous bitch queen thank you." Katharine did offer a shrug and laugh. How strange, really, to laugh and joke with anyone.
"Is that how you became one? Through death?" Katharine found knowledge endlessly fascinating, and loved to learn. Death hadn't changed that aspect. Pietyr returned to her life, tried to get her back in his bed, and then proceeded to argue with both Nicholas and Katharine. As if anyone could tell the Poisoner Queen what to do.
"Okay, so let's make me your last option. I don't have a problem helping someone feed, but I like you and...would prefer you not be injured. Besides, I doubt your wife would like it much." Katharine didn't want to make any enemies if possible.
Oh good. "Start at the closest and work out way inwards then?" Katharine wanted clothing for both of them. Even if Kol couldn't feel the temperature, at a certain point the queen would rather not be distracted by his rather well defined muscles. Not if he belonged to someone else.