"Fine, fine, mo murdering literature," Crowley put on an exaggerated sigh.
He listened to Kol talk, his expression somewhat blank and his eyes darkened. And when he was done, he leaned forward and kissed the vampire possessively. "He is not above you. The only interesting thing about him is his quirky physiology. And frankly, I've seen better anyway, angels are far more impressive, not that I'm ever telling our feathered friends that." Oh the things he could do with an angel's soul. "Your brother is an egotistical diva and they are as common as muck, both in the human and the supernatural community. He's nothing special in that regard. The way your mind works, infinitely more fascinating." And Crowley wasn't just saying that. He had had the privilege of watching Kol work on their hunts, and seen the way he was with his siblings. Utter savagery and vehement love. Now that was a rare combination. "And besides, I've seen him be wrong at least a dozen times in the months he's been here, and I'm pretty sure you have him beaten on dealing with badness. He's a child with temper issues." Nothing more. Oh, Crowley wouldn't let any harm come to the hybrid, but that was for Kol's sake rather than anything else.
"Why do I make you nervous?" Now that was strange to hear. He was used to making most people nervous, prided himself on it in fact. But someone who was very much under his protection the way Kol was had no need for nerves around him.