From Korrin's tone he gets the impression that, maybe, this is a subject better left alone, and so he's glad to follow her lead.

He's also glad to accept the flask of ale, flashing her a quick grin as he does so. He takes a quick gulp from it, then caps it and hands it back. "Little luxuries like that become special once you're out on the road for a while, don't you think?" he asks, then settles back onto his stretch of canvas. He props his booted feet up a bit closer to the fire to warm them up. He discreetly glances at her horns, but figures outright asking is just rude.