Does he? Wrathion isn't so certain about that, but Anduin is notably stubborn. He smiles back, half distracted by trying to follow the steps of the dance, then... hesitates.

"Anduin, I..."

Titans, he doesn't want to be the adult. He doesn't want to do the sensible thing and talk. Yet equally, the uncertainty is slowly eating him alive. His pulse, already a little fast, quickens further from anxiety.

"Is that something you'd want?"

A cowardly way into the conversation, perhaps, but he cannot bring himself to be more direct just yet.