Nicodemus' eyes moved back to Octavius. The man was confident, but he had a reason to be unlike the girl. He actually knew what he was doing. Anger and the threat of what Octavius could do shot through him as he stared at the other man. "Consider me warned," he shot back acidly at the man, almost challenging him in his own arrogance.
He turned to look at Lavender as she spoke again. "Make me."