It was like watching someone swallow nails. Tall, black-clad Ashton forcing out a compliment - meagre and flimsy though it was - was like music to Paxton's ears. There was no denying that the Envy demon was loving this, even to himself. Paxton knew it wasn't kind, or decent, or even wise to relish into these kind of stereotypical demonic urges, but sometimes...
Well, everything needs to be unwound sometimes, right?
Paxton leaned forward, asking softly: "Can I make an observation, Ashton?" He ignored the warm feeling in his belly, instead looking at the dragon earnestly. "You have a hard time owning up your own flaws. Perhaps you ought to do something about that."