[He wants to decline, and is trying to hide that impulse, but the mention of waste and the good Dalish manners his mother put into him put the words into his mouth whether Sorrel wills it or no; one does not waste food, and one does not refuse gifts.]

Thank you, I- [And in his warm seat by the fire, he'll drink his tea and eat the entire remainder of Thranduil's pie, come void or high water, or the pure shame of his ancestors is likely to escape the fade and smite him down.] ...I did miss lunch.

[And breakfast. But who's counting?]

I apologize for coming so late. I didn't want to interrupt your work, if I could.