When Ashton pushed Paxton back, the demon immediately reverted to his little smirked, though it seemed a little more brittle than before. He settled back into his chair, leaning back and letting his leg dangle over the side. One finger found its way to the corner of his mouth.
Appearance. Attitude. That was what it was all about. Obviously, Ashton was also struggling with that.
"What do you like to talk about then, Ashton? You're not keen on introspection, I take it?"