"I would have you know it is delicious and I did hunt for myself," he paused, mouth thinning as he added a whispered, "rarely, of course." He often lacked the motivation to do such things, but he did do it when he could. He was being a child with how staunchly he was defending his habits, fighting against the proof that he done poorly in preserving himself. It wasn't even like he wasn't aware of how badly he had failed at that either! Perhaps it was just that it was Genn lecturing him over anyone else.
It didn't surprise him when Greymane admitted that he had almost done exactly what Khadgar had stopped himself from doing. It was something that he could honestly say he could see him doing exactly that. It had crossed his mind while he had sat in that cave or went gathering herbs for his ink, that if and when he returned to Azeroth that he would find the king of Gilneas dead and needed to take revenge for one more person against the banshee.
A smile had the corners of his lips lifting and he raised a brow at the other. "I could see you storming that hellish place for much less." Well, it wasn't a lie.
He would've said more, but his companion finally told him the full truth on why he was there. And honestly, he had not expected that to be the reason. The King had come because he needed him. Something about that made him suck in a sharp breath and had him unfolding his knees so he could shift enough to reach out and tug the wolf towards him.
Khadgar would not deny that he could be incredibly selfish in certain moments, though he had always hoped that by his diligent self denial in other places - most of then really, would balance it out. But he wanted the white wolf to come easily so he could burrow against him, despite realizing that he probably smelt horrible.
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It didn't surprise him when Greymane admitted that he had almost done exactly what Khadgar had stopped himself from doing. It was something that he could honestly say he could see him doing exactly that. It had crossed his mind while he had sat in that cave or went gathering herbs for his ink, that if and when he returned to Azeroth that he would find the king of Gilneas dead and needed to take revenge for one more person against the banshee.
A smile had the corners of his lips lifting and he raised a brow at the other. "I could see you storming that hellish place for much less." Well, it wasn't a lie.
He would've said more, but his companion finally told him the full truth on why he was there. And honestly, he had not expected that to be the reason. The King had come because he needed him. Something about that made him suck in a sharp breath and had him unfolding his knees so he could shift enough to reach out and tug the wolf towards him.
Khadgar would not deny that he could be incredibly selfish in certain moments, though he had always hoped that by his diligent self denial in other places - most of then really, would balance it out. But he wanted the white wolf to come easily so he could burrow against him, despite realizing that he probably smelt horrible.