And for a moment, in the silence that stretched between them, Kol was certain. Certain he had over-stepped, that he had gone too far, certain he'd gone and stuck his foot in his mouth and ruined this whole thing now.
But then he spoke.
All right, not all that profoundly, but there were words. "And I'm a mentally skewed ancient vampire, what's your point?" Maybe he was too enthusiastic in that comment, but really. What difference did that make? "I'm not normal, Crowley, never have been." Not even when he was human, really.
Kol was caught a bit off guard when the demon grabbed him, pulled him in for a kiss that, while just as rough and fierce as any of their kisses had been, was somehow just that much different, it was raw and powerful and said more than words could. So, when Crowley pulled back, and he asked if Kol knew, the Original nodded, a half-hidden smirk on his lips. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."