There was no idle pause or hesitation; the raw emotion of insult taken at the basest level could be tangibly [i]felt[/i]. The sheer arrogance the younger man emitted would elicit a less than desired result in the animal sort of "The Red", who took on the hostility not for personal insult, but that this mere man thought himself anything as great as a dragon, the mythic king of monsters and magic. That is what drove him to his action and the rapid shift from calm, stable bystander to roaring rage of almost blur-like motion. 

Lips curved in a snarl, the movement he took was one fluid, practiced grasping motion that accompanied his step in; it was as sudden in surprise as his change of demeanor, moving with speed despite his scale. With the broad reach that came with him, "The Red" clenched upon the inner portion of Roanoke's arm as the palm of the younger man's formerly outstretched hand now laid to the wild's man's limb, caught in a grab. As quickly as the One-Red-in-Claw-and-Fang moved, he came to a sudden stop, tightening his grasp and proving to look the other man dead in the eye from beneath the lioness cowl he bore.

"You are arrogant." The savage snarled with the same uttered growl of a warning tiger.

"This is not some quest for the glory or honor of others - this is for your own gain." He continued, not letting the tension of his grip upon Roanoke's arm relent; allowing it to remain in the clutches of his thick hand.

"Your delusions will get others killed..." "The Red" proved to add a light tilt to his head, "If not yourself."

With a freeing yet foreceful throw, the wilder released Roanoke's arm, letting it rapidly return to the man's side with an audible jingle as the portions of chainmail brushed against one another. At the same time he did not leave the man's space of comfort, allowing his presence to be both felt physically and psychologically.

"Unless your notion of dragons will undo the greater evils at work here, do not waste their time - let alone mine - with your fantasies of 'heroic glory'."