Ashton frowned. Was the demon suggesting they become united through symbiosis or that their debate should become united? He considered both options, eyeing Paxton. Paxton had already proven to be a competitor for the things the dragon wanted. Not just a competitor, but a victor. It was difficult for Ashton to see beyond that and resent him, want to rectify it somehow.
Ashton's instincts were dominant, always. His kind were conditioned and bred to be at the top of the foodchain and it didn't stop with just hunting, but bled into all of Ashton's daily activities. Even subtle behaviors between himself and his teammates on the soccer team were small battles of dominance. Ashton hated to swallow his pride and cede to someone else's point, even if they were right.