Hiccup nods at first, more to himself than the other. The bigger dragons steer clear, but they don't seem to be too territorial — It's the thought on the tip of his tongue, but he does not speak it. Instead, he can't help but take a half step back at the sudden swirling of light, foot hitting the back of a wayward log so he has to steady himself.

It gives him time to put the flask on the ground and a clear angle of the swarm that surrounds the older man. Some part of him is jealous, perhaps a little, but it doesn't outweigh the instantaneous awe at the sight. He'll never tire of learning about new dragons.

He's certain not to make any fast movements as he stood back up, but was noticed anyway. If there's a mite of surprise at them actually talking — which there was — it's shake off by the exclamation one gives. "Oh. No, no," he's quick to exclaim, "I'm no hunter." From the way he says it, it's like there's another meaning to the word. Dragon Hunter is the first thing he thinks of, after all.

Glancing down at the piece of jerky and back up, he holds it up in offerring. "Are you still hungry?" He asks instead, glancing past to Estinien to ask the question to all, "you eat regular meat right?"