Wrathion glances sideways at the pot already out, then back up to Anduin.

"Something stronger, if you don't mind."

There should be something open in the ice box, he thinks. He doesn't expect Anduin to have burned through all the alcohol while he was out, unless he has had a truly horrible day himself.

"I made it back as soon as I could. Waiting for the crossing, you understand. The time at least allowed me to begin sewing connections at the Ubiq factory, so I might eventually see if they can help me with the mysterious key."