"Can't begin to imagine why." He's smiling a little crookedly when he says it, like something about this weird man and his even weirder name, and all his weird little quirks and ticks are inexplicably putting him at ease like nothing else has so far. Like he's reassured on some animal level by not being the only person in the room who is shit at dealing with other people.

He leans back onto the table, picks up his spoon, and resumes eating the tasteless porridge in front of him. "Got a site for your forge picked out?"