"No sudden moves?!"
Ravadon was besides himself. 
Deep down his urge to start yelling grew ever greater.
"I will have you know that my moves are always announced with excessive dance and song!" He thought to himself.

But before he acted, a person whom he thought inferior laid his hands on his shoulders.  [@Darkwatck01]
A person who, according to Ravadon, might not fully understand the severity of personal mortality when compared to that of a dragon who levels cityblocks by walking and burns the air it flies through.

Understanding the odds of his survival, Ravadon decided now would be a great moment to not taunt and/or torment the dragon. As great a time cheating death is, having someone stare into your soul leaves a mark on any person. 

Besides that, Ravadon did not care for smelly dragon parts in his hair. As soon as he was unhanded, he might make a run for it and try to strike the dragon in secret, overwhelm it in song, exchange essence or even burst through with righteous fury.
Alas, there must have been a coinpouch left unattended when the marketplace was put to ruin.[@Thinslayer]

So he decided to try and sneak out of the encounter with a powerful firelord, leaving the dragons to spar against eachother once more. All the while, leaving the more sizeable golems and various currencies for him to prey upon. After all, dragonslayer heroes have to eat.