Thorin did not turn away nor did he shirk Ashura's affections when the taller kissed him. He reached up and gently brushed his fingers under Ashura's chin. The contact was brief though, and his fingers were soon back around his mug of ale again. Still, he smiled up at Ashura, a slight blush on his cheeks - thank Mahal his beard hid that for the most part!

"What sort of Dwarf would I be if I turned down an opportunity to drink fine ale!?"