Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

I am. His own vocals painting a sultry tone in the small utterance. He was sure of himself, sure of his claim, and even tilted his head down to watch the brute from under his brow. Daring him to try just as the woman did before him. His stare was as placid as a thinly frozen-over lake, calm, but dangerous in its own rights. A trap just waiting to ensnare anyone stupid enough to tread across him and drag them into his icy depths. The young man couldn't be more similar-and dissimilar to his father. 

Insults. Trying to talk me into joining your group... or maybe wanted me to fuck her, it was hard to tell. Thinking she knew me better than I know myself. So I called you all desperate, unworthy even if it takes so little to try and recruit an absolute stranger. Apparently, I was right seeing as she resulted to violence instead of coming up with something in return. He had no shame in what he saw as the truth. The previous gaze continued, unmoving and waiting for this guy's reaction - ready to quickly take an exit should things turn just as violent as they did with her. 

Would he bite? Was he still interested in the little verbal game of cat and mouse?