Wrathion would not, exactly, have ever called himself sweet -- but he can appreciate the compliment nonetheless. It's always nice to get positive feedback.

Still, even despite the gently offered compliment Wrathion is still ill at ease. Anduin tugs him into a kiss and Wrathion cannot quite relax into it, keeps it chaste and breaks to rest his face into Anduin's neck eventually.

"Is it ready, then?"

He draws back, focus turning to the hot chocolate. It's a much better topic than him.