Though there was, admittedly, a rather large part of him that didn't want this, didn't want the sole responsibility of that kind of knowledge, there was a a greater sense of pride that came with it, a sense of...well, trust. And it wasn't something he was used to feeling, wasn't a thing he was used to having with people, and it was a bit odd to have it so well with someone, in the grand scheme, he knew so little about. Of course, it was only now, in this moment, that Kol truly realized how little he actually knew about his demon and that made him curious. He'd heard a few things, how his Mum had been a witch, it was something they'd had in common. But mostly, the newly crowned King of Hell was rather hush hush about his human life.
"Wouldn't dream of giving him that kind of power over you." He said, a bit of vehemence behind his tone. He'd seen his brother's reactions to his sister's suitors and, okay, things were different here, but there was still a part of him that worried about it happening. Just the off-chance that something could go just so and send his brother into that mode again. "Or anyone else, for that matter." Because, really, no one deserved it. Kol didn't even feel he deserved it.
Kol couldn't help the slight chuckle that accompanied that particular declaration. "Well, we all have our moments, I suppose." He wrinkled his nose at the thought of it. "You don't have to worry about that," he assured him, setting the bag down because honestly, standing there holding a bag of bones was a bit awkward. "It doesn't suit you anymore. Maybe it never did." He shrugged, working on pouring a second glass of scotch.