Nozdormu hitting on Wrathion in twenty years because fuck logic.
It was at a party, and Wrathion was only there because Anduin had sent him the invitation threatening to come and escort him personally to the party if he didn't at least put in an appearance, which was ludicrous, because Anduin may have been very formidable for a King of men, but Wrathion was a dragon—he was the Earthwarder!—and he had been successfully blackmailed into attending a party by a middle-aged human. He had found himself a relatively quiet to people-watch from—not sulk, no matter how Anduin teased—and was observing the crowd when he noticed a flash of gold and the hum of draconic power, and suddenly there was Nozdormu, sauntering towards him, and no one else seemed to have noticed. "Wrathion," the Bronze Aspect said, "it's good to see you well again, and grown." Wrathion almost asked what he meant by 'again, and grown' but the Bronze dragon seemed to examine him then, and narrowed his eyes, "Well," he said again, "you will be grown when next we see each other, and it will be good to see you then." And with this Nozdormu sauntered off again, distantly Wrathion noted that he made a beeline for the Sin'dorei Regent, but he was busy wondering what the fuck just happened to put much thought into it.