Anduin's lips curl up with amusement as Wrathion considers the gem, another self-conscious flush spreading across his cheeks at Wrathion's tease. Wrathion has always been better at these things than he, more aware of his own appearance and how to dress in general. In retrospect, Anduin has to wonder how he acquired such skills or whether they simply come naturally to him, being an attractive person. Anduin has always struggled with such things, himself.

"Yes, of course," he replies. "Under my sleeves, so I don't -- lose it in a glove or. Get it caught on something."

He watches Wrathion with a moment of fascination before asking, "How... Does it work, then? I mean. We've demonstrated it now but. Are there -- limitations? If you should be across the city...?" Not that he knows exactly where they are headed next, but. The question stands.