Life is of course hard when you are handsome, clever, powerful, creative, all such things and you simply have to limit yourself so you don't show everyone else up too often. That's definitely what it is. He's a very modest creature.

Wrathion lets his hand drop to rest on her arm, nods once. A moment later, the familiar, warm tones of his voice begin to reach into her mind.

I will hear you, he assures her, you need only reach out to me.

Surely easy enough, no? Apparently, easy enough for him. He rests one hand on her arm, gives it a light squeeze of reassurance.

"Ready?" he prompts. When she is, they can begin making their grand entrance -- fashionably late.