He was always standing just slightly at attention around those of higher rank than him. In truth, there was some small part of him that wished to help Anduin, as foolish as it was. He was certain that a prince had no need for his words.

But his blades, he knew there was value in them.

He nodded when Anduin gestured, sitting. There was something kind about Anduin, a quiet grace about him that was almost reassuring. He was no great commander, not yet, but he was certain that, given time, he would grow into it. It was his lot in life- to lead. People like Thassarian were there to follow.

He removed his heavy gauntlets, and he rested them on the table. It was a small gesture, one that reminded him of the last time he had visited his sister.

"The honor is mine...my prince." The title he hadn't given anyone for some time. It was a strange feeling, to speak the words, to pledge himself to someone else.

And yet, perhaps there was something he could do here, as well. Though he wasn't certain how much Anduin would trust his words. He had already seen one prince go awry- he was determined the Alliance not lose another.

"Have you been here long?"