"I'd advise against the purple-sauced...things," Wrathion said, even as he gestured at the pile of ravioli, pointing with his chopsticks. He couldn't help but grimace slightly.

He was a bit taken aback to see her here. Also a bit annoyed that he couldn't quite recall this dracthyr's name, but she was not a complete stranger to him, either. Like most of Azeroth's champions, she was the capable sort, but with skill in arcane magic and an almost headstrong determination to accomplish things.

In short, someone he ought to take more of an interest in.

"I..." It hadn't been Wrathion's intent to falter, there, but there was no easy way to recover. "I admit to being a bit troubled to see you here, champion."