[ The pat on the cheek sends a faint flush of colour through Anduin's pale skin, even as his eyes narrow a little in irritation. Still, the mention of his situation does catch Anduin's interest away. Yes, he would prefer to be dressed if possible -- although the white robe is not... ideal. It's still better than nothing.
He reaches for the robe, a 'thank you' about to fall from his lips when J holds up a finger in pause.
The demon reaches out, and Anduin goes tense. This is too much uninvited physical contact, from a demon. A self-confessed demon. Why? Why is he here, why is the demon here?
Anduin's eyes narrow further, and he summons up as much confident authority as he can into his voice. ]
My name is Anduin Wrynn. What is it you want from me?
[ This would likely be more impactful if it weren't coming from a pale, naked man clutching a white robe with one hand. We work with what we have. ]
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He reaches for the robe, a 'thank you' about to fall from his lips when J holds up a finger in pause.
The demon reaches out, and Anduin goes tense. This is too much uninvited physical contact, from a demon. A self-confessed demon. Why? Why is he here, why is the demon here?
Anduin's eyes narrow further, and he summons up as much confident authority as he can into his voice. ]
My name is Anduin Wrynn. What is it you want from me?
[ This would likely be more impactful if it weren't coming from a pale, naked man clutching a white robe with one hand. We work with what we have. ]