"I've done far less in an hour." He accentuates that with a casual shrug.

Chasing people through the hallways of a mansion to corner them in the inevitable attic had always been fun, but most of the time, it'd barely even broken an hour. Although Kol sometimes suffers from a short attention span, even he enjoys a bigger challenge. A better hunt—that's what he's been craving. While he may have curbed his blood cravings with a healthy supply of blood bags, he's found nothing to scratch his other itch.

He has to forcefully remind himself not to think of those things. While they're of the past—and hopefully very much not him anymore—it doesn't help with the matter at hand. He wants to be better. In order to achieve that, he needs to have people around him who think he's at his best—and Allie's one of those people.

Looking at Allie, he purses his lips for a moment. With a smile, he says, "You don't believe me? My sister hid one of my favourite books, so I tore up the house until I found it. Left quite a mess in my wake, but something as important as that deserves to be searched for."

Never mind that his revenge didn't even start there.