He nodded, as if that was all he needed to know! And it was, mostly. Illidan didn't really like questioning things all that much. That was his brother's job, so the confused look just got a slightly quirked eyebrow over his golden eyes, and then he crossed his arms.

"So, we were walking? That's kind of boring, isn't it? Is there something to eat in this place? I'm starving!" and thus proving to Terra, that Illidan was once pretty much a normal teenage boy.

Teenage being relative. He was several thousand years old now.