Anduin studies Wrathion's face, in response to that outburst. As he pretends to relax into his chair once more. Anduin knows him far better than to believe a single moment of the act, especially after that.

Leaning forward in his chair, Anduin sets his own drink aside. He had only poured it for himself to be sociable, and he would rather his hands be free at the moment. Especially as he pushes himself to stand and crosses the few steps between them. Slowly, he lowers himself down to kneel on the decorative rug before where Wrathion sits, resting a gentle hand on his companion's knee as he does.

"We will figure out what has happened," he reassures, softly.