Toothless tenses up as Kili's hands come up, but when he notices he's unarmed, he relaxes just a little. He's still unsure of what this creature is, but at least he doesn't have an axe or a sword. That's something. Or a boomstick — he's seen a lot of those lately. Toothless begins to squint as the creatures goes on. Something about gold.

Gold?

What on Berk would Toothless want with gold?

He stares, puzzled and still slightly indignant. Fish, maybe, yes. Toothless always wants fish. But gold is just shiny and reflective. Nice, maybe, but something Hiccup doesn't let him look at much, or play with. It's important to vikings. Not dragons. Doesn't this short little clear thing know anything?

Snorting, he shakes his head a little and then settles down on his stomach. He needs to be comfortable, so that he can stare indefinitely at this strange thing.