Nicodemus gave the young man a sneer. It would have been so easy for him to snap the arrogant little bastard’s neck if he really wanted to. He stopped that impulse though when Lavender spoke. A pleasant smile crossed his lips. “Good,” he said in tone that reflected his approval of her choice to play along.
He walked over to the pair and looked Cormac over. He leaned close to Lavender, not caring how possessive Cormac came off. He whispered in her ear. “I told you that you would make a good little succubus.”