Caesar was too focused on getting Jacob riled up that he didn't notice Roxanne move to attack him, and the demon let out a hiss of alarm as she shoved him to the ground, and gritted his teeth as he felt her claws dig into his chest. The area where her claws dug into wasn't painful to him, but they did cause a tingling, almost numb sensation to cover his chest, making it hard to breath. The Officer glared up at Roxanne as she spoke to him, narrowing his eyes at her. "You've seen me bleed out before to know that ain't true." The demon responded in a matter-of-fact tone in reference to how Roxanne mentioned him being 'yellow inside'. She saw his blood whenever that damn turtle of his bit him. That black substance was most certainly his blood. Caesar couldn't help but suck in a breath when Roxanne let go, and he slowly got back to his forepaws, although his body was a bit shaky at the moment.

And oh boy, here we go. Goldenluxury had turned to look at him by now, and of course Caesar, being the mature demon he was, rolled his eyes at her as she yelled at him. "You're the one who's throwing tantrums." He growled, his lips peeling back in a snarl. He had no patience for kids, especially if they thought they were better than him - that's what he thought Goldie was thinking, anyway. Kids shouldn't be talking back to their superiors, and Caesar definitely wasn't going to tolerate it. He honestly wanted to dig his claws into her throat, but he knew doing that would end up with his getting chased out, not into being Captain. So Caesar had to try and keep his calm as much as he could, and that was the hardest thing he had to do, especially since he couldn't light himself on fire to allow his anger to seep out of his body. "You're the one who fuckin' cried over this fucker's death. What does that say about you? You're weak. You'd think somebody who the child of the god damn leader would have more control over their emotions, but apparently not. Grow the fuck up." He learned a long time ago that letting your emotions show and control over you did nothing, and Goldie would learn it eventually, too. Or so that's what Caesar believed; she should be learning that soon, and now was a better time than later. "I highly suggest you shut your god damn mouth and listen to your fucking higher ups, yeah?" Because Caesar didn't know how much longer he could take of Goldie yelling at him before he just snapped at her - quite literally.

Of course, focusing on Goldie meant that Caesar wasn't paying attention to Jacob anymore. Yeah, the demon couldn't multi-task very well and he had to focus on just one person or he couldn't properly figure out what he wanted to say. Caesar saw Jacob get closer out of the corner of his eye, but had no time to react as the Snowbound Chief punched him. Caesar reeled back, ears pinning against his head as he shook his head. Black blood had started to come out of his nose, though it wasn't from the typical stress reasons that Caesar normally had to deal with. So it was definitely weird having his nose feel numb rather than be in actual physical pain from his subconscious fighting against his body. Caesar glared at Jacob as he spoke, once again narrowing his eyes. "Except I don't know as well as you do." The demon spoke in another growl. "If somebody had found Pincher earlier, I'm sure one of us could have run over to Snowbound and fetched you." If not finding Nayru first. "Think of all the possibilities before you try shoving words in my mouth." Sure, the likely chance of somebody finding Pincher as he bled out and getting to Jacob in time was impossible, but a point Caesar was going to bring up nonetheless.

"You don't listen 'just fine', actually." Caesar corrected in another matter-of-fact tone, switching his gaze from Jacob to Goldenluxury. He swayed a bit, still a bit disoriented from where Jacob punched him, but he did keep his balance. "Listening essentially means you follow orders. Are you that incompetent?" God, was Goldie purposely trying to set him off now. Caesar listened to Goldie ramble on, his left ear flicking and noted how upset she was over being asleep during Pincher's death. Hmm. Maybe he could use that to get to her at some point. But not right now.

Caesar did honestly have pride in the fact that he wasn't well-liked here. He knew that nobody liked the way he spoke or held himself, and he honestly felt pride in that. That meant he was doing his job well. Just because he wasn't well-liked didn't mean he couldn't become Captain - he could just as easily murder Pincher or anybody else. I just need my powers back. And Caesar could be patient when he wanted to. Patience was good, especially when your reputation involved where you were in the group. Caesar watched Coldblue as he moved, but of course didn't really do anything to lash out at the Roux kid. Coldblue wasn't being threatening right now, even if the little shit had some ego problems himself.

"Your sister should have known when he left, shouldn't she?" Caesar shot back in a cold tone. "If she was sleeping next to him like she claims, she would have felt him move." Of course he knew that wasn't always the case; there were ways of moving without waking somebody up, but the Officer was just going to be a prick. He quite enjoyed this, if he was honest. And indeed, the demon did only hear what he wanted to, and that's all what mattered to him. Caesar narrowed his eyes at Coldblue as he spoke again, "Just because you're the Captain's son doesn't mean you own me, little prick." He snarled. "I do, in fact, get to order around because fun fact! I'm an Officer, one of your high positions. I'm the next one down -" Other than Argus, who had been promoted before him. "- after Pincher, because the dumbass didn't promote a Quartermaster. So, yes. I can order you around." He didn't care if he didn't have the support of his groupmates or allies - just as mentioned before, he could get somewhere without them. That's what he believed, anyway.

Caesar made no comment about Coldblue stating he should probably need ice. The only reaction he had was shaking his head, sprinkling droplets of blood on the ground. He honestly didn't feel any pain from the wounds, so he felt no need to get help from them. Sure, the area was numb and that's what Caesar knew as 'pain', and the body would act just as it would as if he felt pain, but the demon believed he was fine.