He does recognize the joke for being one, the cues are clear enough even where the meaning is hidden from him, and replies in kind. "Though they may be simple, accommodations which provide shelter from the plentiful blessings of Ulmo and Manwë would at the moment be the greatest hospitality you could grant me."

He'll step over to the horse and free it from it's saddle and the little travel luggage that it carries, and then take off his own coat, drenched that it is, and look around for a place to spread it out in hopes of it drying a bit.

Taking off the heavy cloak reveals garments of quality, finely woven if worn through many days of travelling; a bow and arrows on his back, and a sword at his side, and a body that, muscular though lean, moves with a grace and precision that tells tales of him being a trained fighter.