Anduin does not mind being led himself, sliding his fingers through Wrathion's then trailing along after him.

"We'll be careful," he reassures his companion as they go. He did not wind up preparing any food so they do not need to worry about crumbs. Curling up in bed with blankets, hot chocolate, and his own personal furnace... Anduin counts himself lucky it is perpetually cooler here underground in Minaras.

"I have always found hot chocolate is better the more comfortable you are," Anduin explains, as they cross their little apartments.