Wrathion lifts his eyes from the pendant at that, closing his fingers around it.

"Unless you've explained it, I doubt the design means anything to anyone but the two of us."

He tilts his head, thoughtful.

"It might cause a stir were I to wear it in Azeroth, but here I think I might do so without incident."

He thinks about making a joke here about about being recruited, but that doesn't seem quite right. Anduin's self-consciousness is already too visible. He's given a gift, and Wrathion thinks he should be clear that it has been well received. He slides it in his fingers, lets it drop to hang from the chain left hooked around his fingers.

"Should I wear it now?"

He imagines Anduin might like to put it on him. A little more than he'd normally allow, but he can indulge it for the sake of the moment.