"I don't want him in my head." The words sounded so much like a scared child's wish against the monsters under the bed to Kol's ears, but it was appropriate because that massive lack of control? It was something he feared like no other. He'd been in the heads of countless people, human and vampire alike, but to let someone else in his head? And even more, the idea that someone could do it without his permission? That was probably one of the worst things he could think of, one of the very few things he actually feared.
Kol didn't argue that point. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to see it all anyway. That sort of thing, it was invasive as all hell. And there was a part of him that really just didn't want to know all the ins and outs of the demon's mind. Where usually there was a fear of the unknown, in this case, Kol felt like maybe it would be worse to have all the information. All of the images, memories of Hell, of the infamous rack he kept hearing about.
The way Crowley had tensed at the question hadn't gone unnoticed and Kol's eyes were locked on him now, watching the reactions, listening intently not just to the words but the underlying inflection of the words. As much as he tried to brush over it at first, Kol knew there was more to it. Before he had the chance to try to press for it though, Crowley offered it on his own. "And you." The two simple words hit like a pair of bricks. "What?" his words would have fallen on deaf ears if either of the room's occupants were human, and a frown etched over his features. There was a deep feeling in the pit of his stomach as that thought was completed. Something about it seemed too real. Maybe it was the paranoia running rampant in his head, the fear that it was possible, all amplified by the vampire's very vivid imagination. Maybe it was the way Crowley was reacting to it. Whatever it was, it just seemed like too damn real of a possibility.
"No, 'course not." he muttered, but there was more, a request resting on the tip of his tongue that he was debating whether to even ask. The answer would almost inevitably be no, but he tried anyway. "Let me see it." Again, his voice was so quiet that human ears wouldn't have even caught it. Kol couldn't quite explain why he wanted to see it. Maybe it was the need to always know exactly what he was up against. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity.