"Less so here," he admits. Wrathion is used to have a large number of people in his employment. Here, he mostly has himself, Anduin, and the whims of their other party members. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly as he settles -- nose turning into Anduin's blond hair.

"Perhaps I should hire some, mmm? So that I can delegate more."

Do less things personally. Perhaps Anduin could stand to do that, too. Move themselves both back a little from the frontlines, allow them to spend more time with each other.