Cormac was glad when Lavender leaned close to him. He kept his arm tightly around her, as if to protect her. Something just didn't sit well with him. This whole joke was turning into less of a joke as the moments ticked by. When she actually kissed him softly on the lips, he had to school his features into not looking surprised. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, returning it gently. If that wasn't awkward, he had no idea what was. Lavender had just kissed him and he'd tried to kiss her back. What the hell was going on?
When Octavius grabbed the front of his shirt, his eyes narrowed at the man and he glared openly. No one treated him this way. He had half a mind, despite the fact it was a joke, to pull out his wand and hex the man away from him and Lavender. He was taking this way too far. They both were, actually.
Ignoring Lavender's suggestion to go in the back, he looked at the man before him, holding him by the collar. "Let go of me," he hissed at the man, threat clear in his tone. He looked at Lavender when the man posed the question. "She gets to keep her soul and so does her baby and you get mine. That's the deal right? That's the deal I said yes to anyway," he asked, not finding humor it in at the moment.