Paxton's sharp tone made the fire dim, but Davian didn't let it go entirely. He stomped around his room in a rage with no convenient target to shoot at. He wouldn't dare light the place on fire, not only because the Headmistress was fucking terrifying, but because his brother wasn't immune to his flames. Davian had already endangered Paxton once when he led the hunters down to the commune. No matter how angry Davian was that Ambriel had been taken by demons, he couldn't lose his brother, too.
That thought sobered Davian up even more and when his clawed hands went to his head to grip the shattered horn remnants in his dark hair, the fire was gone. The air in the room had risen a few degrees and smoke filtered out the window. "This is so fucking FUCKED! It's over, Pax! How much do they want? I don't fucking have any money! They're going to tell everyone! I-- fuck! I need to get out of here before they come with a demon army! What's Daddy-o going to fucking do about that? Nothing! Like he did nothing when they exiled me the first time. FUCK!"