Kol didn't like the way the silence was dragging on after he'd finished his little double-edged rant. It was too quiet. Enough that it was making his ears ring. He was watching Crowley intently, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He was just about to speak again when the other man finally did. "Sure," he'd edged him on after that first little statement, practically begging Kol to keep whatever promise he was about to ask of him.
"Self-preservation is still pretty high on my list," he admitted. Maybe that was something someone else would shamed, because people generally were known to put others before themselves, right? But he had a feeling, whatever ranting, rambling revelations had just been had, Crowley wouldn't begrudge him that. The softly muttered, "Promise," probably wasn't as fierce as it should have been and he hadn't exactly been looking at the Crossroads King when he'd said it, more just in his direction and at a spot on the wall just above his head to give the illusion of looking at him. "I'll try to keep Ruby from going after you." And maybe he was taking a cue from his brother, being a bit too specific in the way he was wording things and fuck, he hoped Crowley didn't notice, but he didn't hold out hope for it because deals are what he did. Words were everything where deals were concerned. But goddammit, he just wanted it to be ignored. Just let him have his stupidly worded promise that wasn't exactly what the demon had been asking out of him.