"Thank you," Paxton said solemnly. Davian had meant his congratulation and Paxton was glad of his promotion, but he also knew that getting promoted in the demon world meant that there was also an increase in how many people wanted to kill you for your job. Getting ahead in a commune meant cutting down the competition.
"No," Paxton agreed, "it wasn't so bad. You could live there, provided you could keep a secret." A life on the run, a life forever spent looking over your shoulder. He wondered if Davian would adapt to that. "And I'll do whatever I want I can to keep you safe on my end." However much the fuck that would be, anyway.