Anduin's face colors further. A shirt is simple. Honestly, he is self-conscious of asking for more, for too much, even if he knows that Wrathion would give it to him. Perhaps because Wrathion would give it to him.

"If it would not be too much," he replies himself. "I do not have much with me here. The things I have gathered along the way, but they are... Simple, at best."

He ducks his head slightly, smiling a bit self-consciously at himself.

"Aside from the court attire I was wearing when I arrived, but that isn't..." His? Except it is. And yet. He lets out a breath. "Do you know, I have had someone dress me for most of my life, and yet. I don't know that the things they chose were ever necessarily for me. I... Think it would be nice, for a change. To have you do that. For it to be you."