Nicodemus laid there, drumming his fingers and then slowly moving his arm. He was revealing himself slowly, he knew. It was the only way he really knew to break the spell. Just jumping up and attacking them as he wanted wasn't a real option. As movement slowly started to return to him, he smirked up at them; his head turned to face them as his eyes darted between the pair.
"Hurt your husband?" he suddenly found his voice. Delight and taunting tinged his tone as he spoke now. "Why would he hurt your husband? I could hurt him. Quite easily. I could kill him. I would live on; his body would be dead. Do you want that? Are you sure, Lavender, you want to risk your husband's life?" He taunted her cruelly, wanting to make her second guess this. Octavius, who had summoned him, had the power to truly send him back. He didn't want to go back, but he didn't want to give into the anger that the thought created in him yet. He would, when he was able to truly move and fight back. Then, he'd make them pay.