Kol didn't have it in him to argue. It'd just be a circular back-and-forth and he didn't want to deal with it. They both knew the promises were futile. There was nothing anyone could do to stand in Lucifer's way, really. And if they did, well, they wouldn't be standing for long, would they? That thought had his hand clenching into a fist at his side, but he flexed his fingers when he realized it because lately he was having reactions to things he couldn't quite explain and he didn't want to have to think about any of that right now.
"You're rambling. You. Eloquent and dignified you who could rival Elijah." There was a little bit of that personality shining through whatever muddied cloud he'd been in the last little while. He couldn't have stopped the comment if he'd wanted to. But truth was, he didn't want to because it was normal, and normal was good right now.
Kol's eyebrows furrowed as he watched the demon, ranting, gesturing and...angry? At him? For staying? "Are you seriously fucking yelling at me for staying? Because you know, I don't have to. I have no fucking obligation to stay, but I am because-- because-- I don't fucking know." He threw his hands in the air with that last comment. Kol was no stranger to some of the harsher bits of the English language, but if one truly wanted to hear him speak with the mouth of a sailor, get him flustered because then it was one swear word after another flying out of his mouth. And it appeared that pacing and wild gestures were the new black because Kol was doing his own ranting now. "All I fucking know is that I don't fucking want to. I don't know why, I can't pinpoint it, I can't describe it, I. Don't. Fucking. Know. But I just... there's this... I fucking give a damn, okay?!"
And it was like somehow that had taken all of what he had left because he was practically collapsing into the chair, hiding his face in his hands before they slid up to grip at his hair for a second before his head snapped up again, a rather loud, "FUCK!" accompanying the motion. "Look," he started, voice low, quiet, and his eyes a bit eerily calmer than they had been moments ago. Kol had shut it down, all the racing thoughts in his head, thrown them in a box to be set aside for the time being, set his jaw, and decided plain and simply to calm the fuck down for a minute. "It's a fucked up situation. Beyond fucked up, but...nothing, nothing we do is going to change it now. So what if I'm on the other side of the fucking planet? What's that do? Makes them know it's working. That they're getting to us. Makes me an easier target. And, no, that's not a bloody invitation for you to leave either," he said, shooting the demon a sharp look. "No, we change nothing because one extreme or the other is going to give them the tipoff. And I won't have that. I may not have all of Hell backing me, and I may not be able to do much magic, but if there's one thing I can manage, it's evading. Escaping. Did it for years. We all did. And it's not fun, but it's manageable. And that's all we have to do for now. Manage. Maintain. Until something more permanent is figured out."