The air may be cold but Wrathion's body is warm. Anduin can feel the heat radiating off of him, even over the heat of the water, as he shifts to drape his arm across the wall behind him.

The mention of the guard earns Wrathion another twist of a smile. Yes, he remembers the guards as well. Their distrust of Wrathion. His own chafing against them. It's amusing now, given the distance. His freedom. He cannot remember the last time he has gone this long without at least one member of SI:7 lurking in the shadows nearby.

"Perhaps we can leave off with that part of the recreation," he replies. "As well as the part where I was recovering from a near-death. I think we could both do without either experience, this time around."