This, too, is easier. When she'd stood here days back, with Wrathion, she'd poured her heart out about being weary of returning home and forgetting people, and the black dragon had told her she and Anduin were alike. So, she wonders if Anduin ever uses absolutely transparent distraction mechanisms too - like two truths and one lie in a hot spring.

She considers her answer, a little smile at the lion visuals - how Gryffindor of him - and then her eyebrows shoot up.

"Surely the lie is that nobody could call you Little anything?" she blurts out, very aware of the build of his torso right now. She clears her throat and adds, "Or the orcs."