Kol sits back, his leg sprawling into the aisle. Taking up space and looking as comfortable as if he was sitting at home, comfortable on his own couch. Watching the others settle in, considering where they're going to be going around New Orleans and how good this is going to get.

Especially that last part. And what he's going to do.

"Right. Not until after," he teases, pursing his lips and considering. His arm slides along the back of the seat, leaning in close to her so he can whisper into her ear. "And what if it's just you I'm thinking about biting? When can I do that?"

Teasing and playful. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but not that he has plans to do it now on this trip. Not unless she says so.