Wrathion studies Anduin, trying to make sense of what he feels. Emotion is only part of the picture, after all. Intention is a mystery to him, whatever Anduin Wrynn's thoughts are they remain obscured. For better or worse.

"Your mind is your own," he murmurs, fingers sliding gently around to coax strands of blond hair out of the priest's face. The dragon lingers over the touch, lightly tracing a path down behind his ear and along jaw. "You understand why I had concerns?"

The betrayal, the abandonment, then suddenly the kiss? Certainly a... chaotic series of events. Some of it can be attributed to the temple, the influence, the Chained God's influence. Can all of it?