It was still a surprise to Crowley how easy it was to actually relax around Kol. He was a man, well a demon, who was always tense, always looking for the next risk or opportunity, always having to plan for his own survival. But Kol actually got him to let his guard down, which was both liberating and dangerous. And Crowley still wasn't sure what to make of it.
But still, right at that moment, there were cigars. He prepped his own, before summoning a small ball of flame to his hand to light it. Yes, he was showing off, but dammit, he still had power. He was a powerful demon, and the son of a witch in his mortal life. And he held out the flames to Kol, in case he wanted to light his cigar.
"So, the brother then." It wasn't really a question, it was pretty obvious. "Hybrid boy. He still not talking to anyone?"