"You never invite the black sheep," he notes. "Can't be trusted and all," he adds with a dark chuckle. He isn't hiding who he is. Not from her at the very least. He sees no reason to be quiet, especially not with what he's thinking. Or what he had just said.

"Oh yeah, it started with us. You don't live this long, take on so much, without being all about drama. Though my mom was that way and she was just as bad and not a vampire."

But then she was a witch, but that's why he's not mentioning that to his companion.

He's not sure what he was expecting but then someone steps in front of them. He is big and bulky, a weight lifter or the like, pale and looking upset. And he's eyeing Kol.

"You're new here."

"Not as new as you think. Where's Marcel?"

The glower only darkens. "Not here. Who are you?"

He steps in closer, meeting the other vampire's eyes as he compels him, something other vampires can't do to one another.. "Someone you didn't see here. Now, where's Marcel?"

"He got called away. Something about the Bennet grimoire, whatever that is."