[Oh, dear. Well, that's awkward. Wrathion ducks his head, the faintest pattern of black scales trailing along the left side of his forehead before they disappear.]

I think I'd be terrorizing the populace if I went around au naturel, don't you? That or they'd wonder what I was doing out of Lohkimareen.

[Not that he resembles the forest dragons that much in his true form. Now, Wrathion shrugs, offering Claude a rather sheepish smile.]

Come on. We'll talk as well, but I've someone I'd like you to properly meet. Other than the lack of planning driving you mad, how have you held up?

[It wasn't as if Claude and Anduin hadn't briefly met before, after all, but it's not like one can get a good introduction off in the middle of a battle. Or when someone's attempting to heal you.]