Lifting the reptile a full three feet off of the ground by his arms for a moment, so his face is about even with the back of his head, Hightower leans in close speaking in draconic. "Just because I'm big does not mean I'm a mindless brute. And I don't have to kill you quickly my little lizard. I can pull parts off of you for days before I allow you to finally die. If you tell the nice lady what she wants to know, you might avoid finding out what your left eye tastes like." The goliath lets the more horrible sounding words rumble in his throat like an approaching storm, to hint at the satisfaction that the thought is bringing him.