Thorin gives a slight chuckle. He doesn't mind men, but he's suspicious of them. But Elves...those are the bane of his existence. There are no words to describe his hatred for them.

Thorin tilts a brow at the statement, and at how his new companion has taken to tapping the containers of snacks. He takes a long slurp from his mug.

"Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and King Under the Mountain," there has never been a point in his life when Thorin has not introduced himself with that full title. After the turbulent life he lived back in his world, he had earned that title and he was damn well going to use it.