He very slightly jumps under the touch, but does not shy away.

"I very rarely drink anything other than wine, but I would welcome your company. I am more at ease knowing one of my own kind is here in this world."

Then, he realizes what she had first said, and suddenly he's a bit more nervous around her. "You were raised by King Thranduil?"

Knowing that, her suggestion was not too surprising - wine flowed rather freely in the Woodland Realm, and if rumors were true, even more so at the king's own table.