"Few minutes," the lie was easy and he could have just as easily left it at that, but instead, Kol found himself ammending that statement with a shake of his head. "No, actually...since you got up." That was more to the truth, anyway. Admitting he'd been some level of awake since the other man had been in the grips of whatever he'd been dreaming about seemed a bit much somehow.
"So...the wards keep him out of the room, but not out of your head, then." Okay, so that was disturbing. And put Kol's own paranoia in overdrive all the sudden. Could he get into anyone's head like that? Did he have to have some sort of connection to them somehow? Did the fact hat he'd been possessed give him that kind of connection to Kol? He sat up and took the bottle of scotch to down a rather large gulp of it. Quell the thoughts, drown them in alcohol. That was the way to deal.
Kol shrugged, "Not so weird, vampires dream." he admitted. "Additionally...can control dreams of others. If it was really a dream and no dear old Dad...maybe I can help."
"Not like I need the sleep," he said, another shrug of his shoulders as he took another swig from the bottle before holding it back to him again.