Anduin watches as Wrathion moves on from tidying his hair to removing his trousers. Ah -- yes. He should probably consider setting about removing his own as well. In a moment...
He flashes Wrathion the quirk of a smile, ducking his head slightly in response to his companion's words. How strange, to find them both embarrassing and complimentary at once.
"Something like that," he replies. "Though I imagine that all the training I have had to do with Shalamayne has certainly helped with that. The appetite and the shoulders both, that is."
Anduin is -- aware of his own physicality. He's somewhat aware of how he looks, in the eyes of others as well, though there are parts of him that cannot help but wonder if part of that is not just because of the crown upon his head. To hear such observations from Wrathion himself is... Well. Certainly not unwelcome, to say the least.
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He flashes Wrathion the quirk of a smile, ducking his head slightly in response to his companion's words. How strange, to find them both embarrassing and complimentary at once.
"Something like that," he replies. "Though I imagine that all the training I have had to do with Shalamayne has certainly helped with that. The appetite and the shoulders both, that is."
Anduin is -- aware of his own physicality. He's somewhat aware of how he looks, in the eyes of others as well, though there are parts of him that cannot help but wonder if part of that is not just because of the crown upon his head. To hear such observations from Wrathion himself is... Well. Certainly not unwelcome, to say the least.