Anduin meets her grin with a wry smile of his own. He knows that he's being teased, a little, but -- it's alright. He doesn't mind it all that much, especially not when he knows it's all in good spirit.

"It the guards impress you, I can only imagine what you might make of SI:7," Anduin says, with the huff of a laugh. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before he elaborates, "Stormwind's elite special operations force, special intelligence, and special military dedicated to the protection of the crown." He makes a little gesture as if to indicate himself.

"You had better take a turn and spare me."