Kol couldn't even manage a smirk at the lackluster flirtatious remark. Any other time, there would have been a witty quip being thrown right back, but that was certainly not the frame of mind he was in at the moment. So instead, he just took another drink of scotch. Because when in doubt, drink. It tended to make things better. Or at least numb them. Either one of those options was pretty welcome at this point. Or both. Both was good.
He looked up when Crowley told him to look at him. He couldn't not. Whatever awkward or tense feeling there was between them at that moment didn't stop the damn pull he had towards that man. Not that he'd admit to that out loud. "You don't know that." he said, shaking his head, "You can't promise that, you- no one could stop it if it's what he wanted and you know it." The words were so...final. Like he'd just accepted it. That was far from the truth, Kol would never be so compliant to that sort of fate. He just didn't know what else to do about it at his point.
"Trust," he said, his tone somewhere between amused and bitter, a laugh of the same sound following. "I don't even know know the meaning of the word." And he didn't mean anything about the current situation at hand, just at large. Trust wasn't something that came easy to him. "Every time I put a little faith in something, it always seems to fall apart." As dramatic as that statement may have sounded, it really was his experience.
There was a lull of silence and Kol set the bottle of scotch down before running both hands over his face slowly, rougher than he'd meant but who really cared anyway. "I should be running. I...should be putting as much distance between us as fucking possible. And yet..." And a part of him wanted to, a part of him was screaming to get away, to sever ties, to get the flying fuck out of this too-dangerous situation he'd landed himself in. But... "I can't. Despite all the instincts telling me to run..." he shook his head, half-heartedly rolling his eyes. He didn't even know what his point was anymore, but it didn't matter because the words just sort of kept falling out of his mouth anyway. "Whatever happens, I won't blame you." He was looking directly at the demon when he said it. And maybe he couldn't really promise that either. Maybe that's exactly what he would do if he ended up down there. But that one little maybe didn't take away the meaning behind those words in that moment. He was taking his own responsibility in whatever came down on his head. Because he could have separated himself from the situation, multiple times now, and still he hadn't, despite the risk.