A trade. A game. A deal. Paxton narrowed his eyes. Those were words you could trap a demon with. Promises. Deals. Arrangements. Demons could lie, of course, but even the most silver-tongued demon had to work within the rules. Some words... Some words were commandments. I promise. I swear. I declare. I agree. Those were words demons avoided.
But... the offers was tempting. Paxton wondered how much Ashton knew about demons, wondered if the dragon could ensnare him with his words. Time to figure it out.
"Very well." Paxton nodded. "A deal. One answer to a question for one answer to a question. One each." Paxton raised an eyebrow. "Shoot."