[Anduin can feel his face flushing hot with embarrassment, although he is happy to tell her about this. He's happy to have someone to talk to about this, someone who... Is happy for him. For them.

He keeps his eyes lowered, focused on the tea in his hands, a soft, self-conscious smile spreading itself across his face as he considers his reply.]

If I had a coin for every time I have told Wrathion I care for him, I could probably fill the treasury of Stormwind twice over. I cannot tell you precisely what made the difference this time, but... [He flicks his eyes up to meet hers, his blush deepening.]

It did.