He continues to glare daggers at Snow White as if it'll make the (correct) accusation that he's going to eat that arm go away. At the very least, Dylas is hoping it'll keep him from coming closer. He remains standing on the opposite side of the crate he unfolded the arm on.

"You can't judge because you're wrong. It's just...an arm."

But he keeps listening and his shoulders droop at what Snow White says. Okay, he might be a former wendigo and current snake monster, but he's never burned anyone alive. He knows what that's like, and his back has the scars to prove it. What the hell?

"Uh...you really need to find different people to hang out with. Not me. Other different people."