It hadn't been expected, you showing up at his door like this. His eyes studied you even as he invited you inside.

"Take a seat, Darling."

The original crossed the room, reaching out to pick up a bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a glass. He turned around, dark eyes fixed on you. Kol took a sip. Upon finding out you suspected he might be your biological father he raised an eyebrow.

"That's impossible darling. Unless you're Nik, vampires can't procreate."

The wildest Mikaelson took another drink. Even as he said it something felt off. Like maybe you weren't wrong. He studied you closer but you werent looking him in the eye. "Look at me." His tone wasn't firm or harsh. It was calmer then anyone would have expected from him.