Wrathion takes a careful sip of his own tea, sets it down so he can rest his chin back on Anduin's shoulder and wrap his other arm around him.

"Well then," he murmurs, "'Vigilance' it is. Let us hope we have no need of the droid's skills any time soon."

The inn is hardly quiet, but so far he hasn't felt they need their door guarded. A small blessing, but one he will gladly accept.