Oh, he did. Wrathion is, of course, aware that Anduin Wrynn is capable of wielding the void. Seeing him do it, however, is a particular kind of thrill. He has to control the smirk that threatens, to keep himself in his pose of contemplation. In this sense, the drug does help a little. Much as he'd prefer to be alert, the way it steals his focus is preventing him from darting his eyes in search of threats.
He senses the guards move aside, and waits until Anduin begins to move again to fall into step. Wrathion waits until they're a few steps past, moving down the stairwell, to offer a whispered question:
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Oh, he did. Wrathion is, of course, aware that Anduin Wrynn is capable of wielding the void. Seeing him do it, however, is a particular kind of thrill. He has to control the smirk that threatens, to keep himself in his pose of contemplation. In this sense, the drug does help a little. Much as he'd prefer to be alert, the way it steals his focus is preventing him from darting his eyes in search of threats.
He senses the guards move aside, and waits until Anduin begins to move again to fall into step. Wrathion waits until they're a few steps past, moving down the stairwell, to offer a whispered question:
"No negotiations, then?"
It's too easy not to, honestly.