Hiya. [Claude gives a little wave as he enters behind Wrathion, offering a cheeky smile to Anduin.] Good to meet you too, but did we just barge in on you getting dressed? Where are our manners?

[He nudges Wrathion in the ribs with an elbow, as if needling the dragon to apologise. Really, with enough context clues it's clear Anduin was examining his bruises and wounds, not dressing himself, but that won't stop him from joking about it.]

Anyway, Wrathion wanted me to meet you properly to discuss a few things, so here we are.