When you talk like that, it makes me do anything but trust you.
What are you up to? *crosses arms*
*Grins* Why, Father, whatever do you mean? I’m not up to anything.
*presses the back of his hand to Anduin’s forehead*
Well, it doesn’t feel like you have a fever.
Did you eat or drink anything weird lately?
*Wrinkles his nose*
Father, I assure you, I am perfectly fine.
Now go… do… something. Somewhere else.
See, now I’m concerned.
I think I might want to be somewhere else for a while.