Her gaze settled on him doesn't phase Kol at all, he holds it with his own, waiting for a response with the patience only someone as old as he really is under everything he may look to be could have. He may be generally impatient, but where it counted he could be patient, and he could wait all day if he had to.

But, as it turns out, he doesn't have to because finally, she gives an answer. Not to Kol, though. Because, he assumes, she couldn't give him that kind of satisfaction, really. So her answer goes to Thorfinn instead, but it's there and in the open and Kol doesn't even try to contain the smirk, "Don't worry, I do." Hot as anyone else has, at any rate.

He nods at Thorfinn and watches as he gathers the sheet with their belongings laid out. "Not as many as you'd think." He shrugs and moves, carefully--with a sideeye view on Jo in case she decided she didn't want or need his help, thank you very much--to grab some of their things to haul back to his house. He did offer them a place, he could at least help get what bit of their stuff was salvaged over there.