It is infuriating, how difficult Wrathion makes it to tell whether he is doing this on purpose, to force Anduin into saying embarrassing things out loud, or whether he truly does need the push into such things. Either way, Anduin's face flushes an even deeper shade of red to even have to think of explaining himself.

"We are," he replies, picking at the food in front of him. He flicks his eyes up to glance at Wrathion, gathering his courage as he does so. "I enjoy spending time together with you, like this. But..."

Anduin glances aside, perhaps unsubtly, toward the partition that separates their sleeping area from the rest of their living quarters, then back to Wrathion again.

"I can think of -- other ways. That we might take advantage of this opportunity," Anduin offers.