Ashton decided he hated Paxton's smirk. The smarmy demon with his too sharp gaze, too quick to notice things. Still, Ashton liked the things Paxton had to offer in classroom discussions. The demon was intelligent, it was obvious. If Ashton didn't dislike him so much after becoming his competition, he might even have sought him out to discuss things voluntarily.
The dragon sat too straight in the chair. He was not relaxed or at ease, not like he might have been in Barclay's room while they both worked separately on homework assignments or studied for their classes. This with Paxton felt more like a fight and Ashton was on alert. He didn't want to lose again.
"Fine. I choose Nurture." His green eyes narrowed at the demon.