Kol knew she had done this before and that, really, she was good at what she did. But he had no faith in her breaking him. Why would he? He was no Stefan Salvatore. He had no emotional connection to her for her to play on. Sure, she had all the hot-button topics, but did it matter anymore? No, of course it didn't. Nothing did. And he was okay with that.
He pushed the toe of his shoe against the floor, tipping the chair he was sitting in back on two legs, balancing there as he listened to her drone on. "We are all a bunch of control freaks, the whole lot of us," he admitted with a shrug, "but so what? It's gone. Doesn't matter. I'm in control now."
Kol rolled his eyes, "Spare me the speech about how good emotions are. You're annoying the shit out of me right now, innit that enough?"