He shakes his head, toeing on his slippers and moving towards the inn.

"No," he confirms, "not right now. Tea will suffice."

He's not quite settled enough to eat immediately, not hungry. Perhaps later, but for now some tea will help him unwind. The dragon stays in step with Anduin, reaching to push open the door and guide them back into the warmth of the building once more. Wrathion shivers as the heat hits his skin, grateful to be out of the icy weather.

"Get something if you want," he offers. Just because he isn't going to eat doesn't mean Anduin cannot.