Anduin follows Wrathion's lead at a somewhat sedate pace. Removing his vest and then undoing the buttons of his shirt. He hesitates for a fraction of a second, as he always seems to do undressing before his companion, but Wrathion has seen his body before and he will think nothing of his scars or of anything else. Slipping his shirt off of his shoulders, he sets it aside along with his vest, before removing his own belt as well.

"I'll be fine," Anduin reassures his companion, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he watches Wrathion tidy his hair. Trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he is watching, considering the day that Wrathion has had.

"As you said, we can always raid the kitchen, if we find ourselves ravenous later in the night."