Kol certainly couldn't promise that he hasn't snacked on a person or two in New Orleans but they hadn't been the woman at his side so he's hoping she takes that as a win. Not that he's entirely sure he won't be snacking tonight. Just maybe not leaving a corpse. He could eat cleanly... couldn't he? Maybe. He's not sure he's ever tried.
"What else would you call it? I mean, come on. Can not be replaced, replicated, or replaced. One of a very limited collection. As for masterpiece... well..."
He poses a bit as if she can't argue there's nothing more than a masterpiece in what he is and how he looks.
"I don't think he's that good," he says with a snort. "If I wanted them though, I could do it. Like a buffet," he says, smirking because he knows it's the wrong thing to say.
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"What else would you call it? I mean, come on. Can not be replaced, replicated, or replaced. One of a very limited collection. As for masterpiece... well..."
He poses a bit as if she can't argue there's nothing more than a masterpiece in what he is and how he looks.
"I don't think he's that good," he says with a snort. "If I wanted them though, I could do it. Like a buffet," he says, smirking because he knows it's the wrong thing to say.