Lavender frowned looking at him. She wasn't going to kiss him. It would be like kissing Octavius, not to mention he wasn't Malachi. The whole thing was sick, he was sick. She wasn't ever going to sleep with him. She would have to find a way to get rid of him, soon. But she needed Octavius to help her, but he couldn't. Even if she did speak with him, how would she know it was really him and not Nicodemus messing around with her? He'd be listening to them talk anyways, wouldn't he? It seemed hopeless.
"Whatever," she mumbled and walked over behind the counter to him and kissed his cheek. That was about all he was getting from her.