Wrathion sways into the touch easily, turning to press his face against Anduin's hair for a moment before allowing himself to be guided along. He's not sure exactly what the man plans, but whatever it is he's sure is likely better than continually drinking just alcohol.

"Something for yourself too?" he prompts softly. He did say he hadn't eaten, after all. He doesn't want Anduin to neglect himself in favour of Wrathion, however much he is in a way enjoying the comfort and attention.