Anduin meets Wrathion's gaze with the soft curl of his lips, although he does catch his intent in the look and stills the motion.

"As a matter of fact, it does," he replies, peering into the pot of milk for any sign of a simmer before turning back to the chocolate and stirring it as it melts. "I would not expect much of me, but given the chance -- I can make a few dishes."

He turns back to Wrathion with the wry twist of a smile. "Dumplings being among the number, of course."