"You would not want for people to think that you are looking favorably on me," Anduin says, his lips quirking up further at the edges, a playful twinkle lighting in the blue of his eyes. "That would give off entirely the wrong impression, giving a favor, favorably."

Is he enjoying himself, being perhaps somewhere on the side of overly facetious in this moment? Why yes, yes he is. But he's also enjoying the fact that he can be. That he doesn't have to prove anything to Wrathion, and Wrathion does not (he hopes) feel as though he needs to prove anything to him anymore. They are here, on the pretense of a treasure hunt, simply sharing -- finally -- a private moment together.

Anduin cocks his head to the side and offers, "I would do my best to earn it, if that is what is required."