Ice hurts, Anduin remembers that from a time when he'd learned to skate. Every time he'd fallen down it had felt as if he'd broken something but his father had been there to not only lend a hand but give some kind of a talk on always getting back up.

He'd rather not fall over right now and break an arm, Anduin has no idea what the healthcare in this place is like and his healing spells are.... well, it's not a good thought.

"It would be better however I believe we can hold a conversation as we skate." No-one would listen in with two people skating? It makes sense to Anduin, though maybe a part of him wants to see Wrathion flailing about for once.