James, Paxton, and that sneaky little sloth demon
Paxton's hand went to his lip, feeling blood well up where James' sharp fang had cut it. Before he had adjusted to what had just happened, James was already on Davian, raising him up by the neck.
Paxton hopped off the edge of the alcove. This was a problem. James was volatile when it came to this particular secret and Davian had many protectors these days - Jae, Ambriel, Ellie... - who always crawled out of the woodwork when Davian was upset.
He had to spin this.
"James," he said, sharply. "Put my brother down." Appealing to the familial might get through to his lover. "Davian, don't you dare run away. Stay."