"You -- Wrathion?" Anduin chokes out, his eyes widening and his face coloring even further -- if that's even possible at this point.

He stands for a long moment, simply gaping at her, opening and closing his mouth as he tries (and fails) to collect himself. He knows that he had not misheard her. She'd definitely said Wrathion, she had implied to the fox spirit she was promised to Wrathion. There isn't anything inherently wrong with her having done such a thing. Save for the fact, of course, that he had done exactly the same thing.

"He, uh. You. That. I..." Anduin trails off, looking slightly dismayed before finally concluding, "Oh no."