Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, the real Kol was consciously watching everything playing out, shouting and fighting agianst it because really, Vicki didn't derserve this. All he'd done to help her gain control and this git was just going to ruin it all. But the demon was in control and no amount of shouting or fighting or arguing was going to stop this train wreck. Instead, he just had to sit back and watch it, a helpless observer and he was hating every damn second of it.
When she responded in kind, he smirked against her lips, nipping playfully at her lower lip, pulling her away from the guy she'd been snacking on and closer to him, one hand on her hip, the other sliding precariously towards the inside of her thigh. This was the kind of girl she was, afterall.