The question makes Anduin feel more than a little self-conscious about his actions, and he ducks his head slightly, working the comb gently through a tangle in Wrathion's curls before he offers up a reply.

"I...do, yes," he says, flicking his eyes up to meet Wrathion's with a smile before looking back down towards his work. "Is that strange? I like your hair, and. Well. I like you."

Perhaps it is a little domestic. But -- perhaps that is also something that Anduin enjoys in the gesture. That he should be allowed this small thing, with a person he loves.