Nicodemus could see his words had an effect on Lavender. It was written all over her face. He smirked a bit at Lavender, backing his words with his mere expression. "I have control," he stated plainly, meaning it as he looked at the blonde.
His eyes turned to Octavius as the man pointed his wand and spoke. The words were meant to be demanding and powerful, but they weren't. Spoken like that, they had no real meaning or power. The words alone wouldn't certainly push him out his vessel. He smirked, laughter boiling up and escaping. It was a cruel, sick laughter of someone who was nearly enjoying this. They had no power to get rid of him and he was sure that they didn't. Not yet anyway. "I think I like this body," he said, his tone still tinged with the sick delight.