The teasing and talk of feeding is gone. At least for the time being. He's definitely sharply focused on something else entirely, and he wants to know just what has been going on in this town. Marcel might have been Klaus' favored child but he was not a Mikaelson and he never would be. No matter how their brother had treated him.

"It has to be him," he mutters. "My brother's favored, and yet he lets him run wild like this and kept me in a box. Well then. Maybe we should visit him. I can guess where he is."

The compound. It has to be. That massive house they abandoned when their father found them.

Kol straightens suddenly, gesturing the guide closer. He smiles sweetly, staring into his eyes, compelling him.

"Yes, just where are these parties held?"

The guide stares at Kol, his expression empty. "There's a place in the French Quarter," he says, wide eyed. "They call it..."

"The Abattoir."

"Yeah. You know it?" The guide smiles then, nodding.

"We should go by there, don't you think?"

The wedding party cheers at that, encouraging the change of plans."