His door -- meaning their door, but Anduin doesn't correct her on that one. Especially not if Wrathion had not given her that little piece of information. Everything between them is still new, and he respects Wrathion is a private person who tends to hold his cards somewhat closer to his chest than most.

Might it bother him that they are talking about him now? Perhaps. But Anduin isn't planning on revealing anything too personal about his companion. Or about himself, necessarily.

"For... Five? Six years now?" he replies, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he considers it. "Our friendship has been -- rocky, at times." Like that one point where Wrathion had released a war criminal and thus started off a cascade of events that resulted in a demon invasion, Anduin's father's death, and him inheriting the throne. "But we have both been through quite a lot, over the years since. And grown from it."

He flicks a glance aside at her, his smile widening slightly as he continues, "I can tell you with confidence that he always has had a flair for the dramatics. If anything, it has probably tempered itself over the years, if you can imagine." Likely as Wrathion's decisions came back to bite him and he learned the hard way what he should and should not do.