[ kol feels impatient as he waits. the scavenger hunt has proven to be fun, and kol likes fun things—loves them. so when his fun seems to be in the hands of someone else, his patience wears thin (thinner with nik, elijah, and rebekah than anyone else, but it's still reasonably thin). he's perfected the art of the fake smile, which, thankfully, turns into something more genuine. ]

Pretty good?

[ it's clear he questions that.

he allows her to adjust the tablet. kol had been daggered for a century before he'd come to and had quickly learned how to use a cellphone and play video games (and win). taking selfies was part of the curriculum, but he purposefully holds the tablet at a slight angle. he can't be perfect at everything. ]

This is a scavenger hunt. There's no room for "pretty good", love. You're either exceptional or you've lost.

[ or been hunted, which is what he wants to say, but that's probably a bit too much. "lost" sounds far nicer, doesn't it?

purposefully squatting just a little in jest, he declares, ] You're very short.