He considers, although he does it while watching the fire very closely. He's neither cold nor wet to be in actual physical danger, but having decided it's worth the effort to be warmer and thus a little less miserable, he is dedicated to seeing it through. "I would. My days of being anyone's lord are far behind me. Forever, I think."

A slow breath takes him back to the here and now, away from those old days, and Roland focuses back on Arwen. "But if formality settles you more, ah- the titling of my world's barred to us too. Most of it. Call me gunslinger, then, although my name'll do just as well."

Roland sits back, eyes the fire, decides it'll do well enough on its own for now. To keep his mind off the matters that led them both here, he has to keep talking. He casts around for a topic. "Riven-dell. It's a lovely name. Does the place match it?"