Scornful of courtly gestures? Be still his elven heart. He crackles a quiet laugh as he drops his hand, turning to lead her inside. The inn isn't all that crowded for now, leaving plenty of space near the hearth, He motions to the table closest for her to settle as he fetches them a meal.

It's less like servitude if he's gathering something for himself at the same time, after all. Upon his return he settles accross cheerfully.

"So, what may I call you?" Easier than asking for names. They're such tricky things.