"You could," he agreed, nodding slightly, "Probably shouldn't. But you could."
"Oh, I can only imagine." He admitted, shaking his head. "The kind of magic it even took to create us, as it were..." It wasn't simple dabbling, no, Esther was no common witch, she had more power than just about any of the other witches he'd come across in his lifetime. And if that made them powerful, he could only imagine what Nik's soul would mean, if any of them ever got their hands on it. It was a sort of embittering thought, really. Stupidly made him clench his jaw with ridiculous and an all together stupid sort of near jealousy. Not that he wanted his soul to be vied for, or dealt away... But Nik always managed over-shadow him, didn't he?
"See, you get me!" he grinned. The intense way Crowley was looking at him might have unnerved anyone else, but not Kol. He wanted him to see that he was serious. That this, as much as anything else may have been blown off, was not a joke. "The details details. It'll be detail inception." He tried to hide the laugh, but failed, snickering.