[Most of what he's learned, he learned from experience and experimentation, much like Tavros. The difference being that it's easier for whatever he's working on to break, before any of his bones so much as creaks, and he's had several centuries of boredom to perfect his technique. He hammers on white hot metal not because he needs to heat it up to make it malleable, not with his ridiculous strength, but because the heat is good for the metal. He folds it with the hammer, hits even and rhythmic as he works steadily.

He notices Tavros from the corner of his eye, but doesn't stop his rhythm. It does surprise him a little, to see the boy still around when he moves to put the lump of metal into a water container that is definitely not pail-like at all, thank you very much.]

...is there something the matter?

[It's a fairly neutral tone, though then again, coming from Darkleer there's always an undertone of put-upon-ness even if he's not trying to be an ass.]