For as steady as his hands were as he rolled his eyes or scoffed at things, that question is all it takes to unsettle him. His blow slips right as Alejandro finishes that question and the hammer, one he'd clearly brought with him to Skyhold, scrapes loudly against his work and then clangs against the anvil.

They're in a forge so, honestly, the sound gets swallowed up pretty fast...but the fact that he'd frozen up and missed his blow, after several hours of delicate meticulous hammering, well, that was an answer in and of itself, wasn't it?

After a long, silent moment, Hiccup glances back at him and nods in quick greeting.

"Alejandro?" He asks in a tone that's nervous bordering on sarcastic. "You've literally got hand in your name and you think Hiccup is weird?"