That does sound appealing. Wrathion hums in thought, turning away to take another sip of hot chocolate and leaning to set it aside. He shuffles to settle down more on the bed, gathering Anduin close again.

"I will consider it," he murmurs, because it isn't a terrible idea. A pause before he adds: "you aren't cold?"

Humans feel the cool air more than he does, he knows. They can pull the blankets over themselves, if that is appropriate.