Anduin smiles, a little self-consciously. He has a healthy appetite, and he wouldn't mind bringing a little something back to the room with them to snack on. He feels as though it will help him settle himself.

"I'll... See what they have available from the kitchen," he replies. "We'll need to pop down to grab the pot of tea from them anyway."

Following Wrathion inside, he crosses his arms over his chest, rubbing them to try and warm himself up.

"I can't decide whether it would be best to fetch everything and retreat to our room first, or get dressed first and then go down to the kitchens." He flashes Wrathion a smile. "I'm not all that keen on walking around like this, but I also don't feel as though I'll want to leave the room again, once I finally warm up."