James, Paxton, and that sneaky little sloth demon
"Pax!" Davian protested when his brother told him to swear. Davian hated giving his word for things like this, binding him. It wasn't a huge inconvenience, per se, but it required so much effort to remember, to keep the exact word of the deal and nothing more, nothing less. The compulsion to obey, a demon being literally prevented from breaking his word once it was given, was an entrapment.
Then again, it was a better option than Paxton letting James loose on him. Davian swallowed hard and glared at Paxton. "I swear. Whatever!"