Well, it would appear as though there wasn't any dissuading the man-- He seemed to have it in his mind that a fight must occur, even so much as to throw out the casual threat that, should he not be given one, he would seek it out elsewhere. So true retreat isn't an option... but he's always been a stubborn man, in his own right, and that knowledge enough isn't enough to make him give up on his line of questioning.

"Satisfaction in what? A challenge? or simple bloodshed?" A quarter-turn on his heel to move himself into more of a profile, a smaller target for the other man, as he continues carefully stepping backwards and placing space between them. If this wild dog is content to stand and wait, Ignis will use the time given to try and leverage every advantage he can find, complete with trying to memorize their immediate surroundings.

"Or are you nothing more than a mummer, eager to perform in any given farce?" The long, glass cabinet that had contained the hunting knives. The aisles around them, full of various sporting gear. The one just beside him contains more rods, lures, carefully sealed boxes of hooks-- at least they weren't left wanting for impromptu equipment.

His hand holding the rod stays steady and outward, tip pointing out and mind racing. For his opponent to cross the distance in any appreciable amount of time, he would have to lunge-- perhaps change the grip on the knife? And the man seemed to have a few centimeters of height advantage, likely in arm length, too. But the flexible, whip-like rod in hand could serve him well, especially if he could manage to be precise enough to strike the face or eyes--

His grip tightens and he, too, waits. Patience is a skill an adviser has in spades.