[ He blinks in surprise at the offer, drawing in a quick breath. He senses no deception or doubt from the Elf. And the hand placed on his arm is alluringly warm. ]

You honor me with your trust and offer. I will not forget it. And I would allow no harm to come to you, either.

[ The last thing Thranduil mentions has him curious, but his smile returns and remains gently as he shakes his head a little. ]

We will find out, but later. The craving is merely an itch right now, easily ignored. [ Easy, that is, for someone used to dismissing certain discomforts. ]