The compliment warms him. There are plenty of people who would question Wrathion's diplomatic prowess, but the problem historically has really been misuse. He's perfectly capable of being persuasive, he's just backed the wrong causes.

"You mentioned an enchanted codpiece before," he says, because he does remember that. When they were all sat in a cave, in Ke-Waihu --

(he remembers Anduin's bright laughter, his gentle disapproval, the warmth of him leaning into his side)

-- and he threw a meat bun at her. He frowns in thought, tilts his head.

"Perhaps you could sell it here, if you still have it. Advertise it to young men who want to prove themselves in the eyes of the matchmaker."

The matchmaker being him, of course.