Like Davian, Paxton was a physically gifted fighter. His assets were somewhere else. Unlike Davian, Paxton wasn't a natural coward. Or rather, he was, but unlike Davian, Paxton had a problem with being a coward. Besides, a demon at mid-level got threatened by both the high-rankings and the low-hanging fruit, and a demon like that shouldn't show fear.
So Paxton didn't lash out just yet, even though there was fear pooling in his stomach. Ashton was... kinda scary, even in human form. Paxton's jaw set, narrowing his eyes. "Perhaps you fight them my observations with words, like an intelligent creature." Then, sharper: "Perhaps you should let me go. Now."