What plans, Wrathion wonders. Staying the night with his... girlfriend?

He feels a faint pang of jealousy and snuffs it immediately. No need for that. Bonds can be dangerous, anyway. He doesn't need that burden. He's doing quite well alone.

This way, he can hurt no-on else and no-one can hurt him.

Wrathion links his hands behind his back idly, moves to begin walking back toward their designated home.

"Perhaps we can begun with a cup of tea," he offers, "and see how far we get?"

Strategy or simply idle conversation, either would be a pleasant divergence since he's been deprived of his usual company.