Wrathion takes the cup, holding it easily with both hands at first and lifting it to inhale the scent of hot chocolate.

It is... pleasant. Sweet, rich. Certainly the liquid is hot, but Anduin is right -- that does not bother him. He takes a sip slowly, glances down and aside as Anduin offers him his hand. It's not... usually in his personality to allow himself to be led along. Especially not while feeling vulnerable, as if his defences are already in tatters.

Still. Rejection of this would likely be unwise. He hesitantly lets their fingers slide together, moves ahead so he's slowly drawing Anduin along instead of vice versa.

"You want to take these through?"

That had been the suggestion before, after all. So long as they don't spill them, he supposes, it should be fine.