"Maybe a bit." he teased, he nose crinkling a bit with the laugh that almost-pout had caused. That had been possibly just a bit too easy. But then, Winchester. So.
Apparently it did, somehow, no matter how small of a nudge it may have been. The words sort of rushed out out of his mouth before he'd even truly processed them. "I don't not care and I don't know what to do with it." So back to the double negatives. Not exactly progress, but there were words and coherent thoughts this time, at least.
"That...promise..." He shifted, leaned up on his arm a bit. "I can't...fully commit to it because of that. Because maybe I don't exactly intend to charge into Hell and get myself killed or worse," because that little glimpse he'd seen told Kol that the rack was a fate far worse than death could ever be, self-preservation instincts aside. "But I also can't exactly promise I'd do nothing. Because that's just how I'm wired. If you're in that stupid circle I was babbling about, if something happens...I'm gonna do what I can to fix it. And maybe I can't, but logic doesn't factor there."
One angle Kol may have had a one-up on Crowley over was, despite the lack of care for anyone outside his family for all these centuries, Kol had cared for people. His family. Crowley... hell, he'd probably lost that centuries ago and all the time he'd been in Hell had twisted it all out of him anyway.