Cormac nodded. He'd do it. Anything to this disturbing joke over with. He'd kiss her; he'd put on a crucifix. For her. But he still wasn't buying this.
He kept his hand in hers and followed her inside. Octavius looked normal behind the counter, or well as normal as he ever did to Cormac. Cormac had met the shop owner on very few occasions as it was. He didn't smile at the man. To be honest, he didn't think he should be smiling at the idea of giving his soul away anyway. Who would smile at that even if it was some sick joke that was going to end soon enough?
"Don't call her 'lovely'," he snapped in a protective tone. He dropped Lavender's hand and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. If she wanted him to play along, he would and this was him playing along.