[ Kol watches her carefully from his spot on the couch, injury long forgotten in sake of keeping her from trying to brain him with a lamp or something. ]

Stop you? [ Now he's curious. He doesn't move from his spot on the couch, allowing her whatever distance she likes for the time being lest she starts swinging. ] Stop you from what?

[ Blue eyes continue to watch her, trying to read what she plans on doing next. ] Anything you plan on doing I probably support, love. My family is a bunch of loons - I'm sort've the odd man out. I always have been. Mother dearest is madder than a winter hatter, brothers are utter sods and Beks... well, we agree to disagree most of the time.