Anduin is hoping that turning the conversation away from himself will help to distract from the sensation of Wrathion's touch. To preoccupy his mind, and hopefully divert his attention from the slow, dangerous spread of warmth that has started to dance its way over Anduin's nerve endings.

It's... Half working. Anduin swallows thickly and tries harder.

"It is not a bad thing to get to know the others," Anduin allows. "I would rather not consider the idea that any separation might have been done on purpose, but I suppose. Anything is possible."