Well, that pause certainly isn't helping matters. Wrathion reaches out a hand to touch the side of his tea cup gently, waiting for it to finish being filled.

"Their appearance is natural," he insists.

"Why do you have big gold hoops in your ears?"

Titans, his answers really don't matter at all do they? They don't really care what the answer is, they just like asking questions. He sighs, glancing up at Xiè Lián then around at the caretakers.

"I like them," he offers. Why else? Children are so nosy.