Nicodemus leaned down close to Lavender, a sneer crossing his lips. "You'll just have to take my word about him." He would be damned if he would be giving up control for nothing. Octavius was strong, determined, and becoming desperate, especially now after what he did this evening. If the man was given an open, he would take as much advantage of it as he could. Nicodemus wasn't going to take that risk.
He leaned back, "I can tell you some things going on. He's rather cross with me tonight. I was a bad boy."