"You've done an acceptable job," Wrathion allows. His fingers trace down to skirt along Anduin's jaw, brushing under it teasingly while he squeezes back with the ones still laced through Anduin's own. "Methodical, as always."

His thumb swipes gently across Anduin's bottom lip, then his hand falls away to his shoulder.

"Now, I believe I did promise you some tea."

Tea and jihui, to be precise.