[ still smarting, wrathion huffs again, but is quickly assuaged by the recollection of their shared past. it's a pleasant memory and one he holds dear, even if all had ended in grief.

he won't say it, but he's glad to see anduin again, glad he's here. it'll make their stay more bearable, and because he acknowledges he's always been drawn to the young king, he accepts that perhaps anduin's offer would be worth pursuing.

of course, anduin is and has always been one to push boundaries and now is no different. wrathion shoots him a dark look before considering what to do next. if anduin wants him to demonstrate, he certainly won't back down.

so he leans into anduin's personal space again, stepping once more into his personal bubble. this time, as he meets anduin's eyes, his own gaze is a bit calculating. a clawed hand rises from his side to cup anduin's cheek and then he's close enough for them to share breaths. ]

I remember all too well, my king. I expect you are as annoyingly pacifistic now as you were then. That's what makes this so easy.

[ and without further ado, he presses their lips together. ]