Anduin isn't certain whether acceptable is necessarily high praise, but he supposes that just means there is room for improvement. It certainly isn't a negative review, especially not when Wrathion's fingers are skimming across the lines of his face like that. Anduin's lips part slightly as Wrathion's thumb swipes across his lower lip, his eyes half-lidding even as Wrathion moves his hand away to rest on his shoulder.

"You did, yes," Anduin agrees, his lips curving into a smile as he gazes across into Wrathion's eyes, "before I distracted you."

Is he distracting him? Is it working? He had seen the way that Wrathion had tensed when he had asked, so this is him, not asking, and hoping (somewhat selfishly, perhaps) that perhaps the warm cocoon of their room, tea and blankets, just the two of them there together, it will help in at least some small way?