He laughs in turn, Anduin's obvious surprise so offhandedly delightful he can't help himself.

"Truly! Though the first time he married me without telling me about it. Same with the second time, as it stands. The third time I finally learned about the first two times, and he showed up half-drunk and half-apologetic about the first two. It's hard staying mad at some people, even when you're the one they've chosen to wrong."

He half-smiles, shrugs his shoulders: he's been more wronged, and Lan Zhan at least in his tangled, difficult way, has been learning to care for him, the person who came through all the events of his life and not-death, instead of just the man he'd been once before he'd chosen to die and spare the ones he had left further horrors of association, or having to take his life themselves. Age and distance would mean different choices... but not necessarily better resolutions, knowing from now what drove all those things then.

Politics are not his favourite game, as it were, and that had been heavily levered against him.

"Though truly, who knows what he said during the fox marriages. I wasn't involved in... that aspect, just some after."