"Vigilance..." Anduin echoes, humming in thought as he takes in the measure of the dog where it sits across the room. Not being tasked with any commands, it has more or less powered down for the night. He has a feeling that if he did command him to watch their door for intruders, it would do exactly that, without fail. Needing no rest or reprieve, until Anduin called him off.

"I think that suits him quite well," he agrees, after a moment's thought. "He does have a certain way about him. Perhaps it’s the never-blinking stare he always seems to be giving you." He turns to flick a smile at Wrathion, even if he cannot see him, given his position behind him.