A flicker of surprise crosses Anduin's face. He... hadn't expected Wrathion to apologise so easily, in truth. Perhaps that was cynical of him, but the dragon had always been so proud. So arrogant, so quick to treat everything in life as a competition he had to win.

Some subtle tension eases from Anduin, a slight relaxing of his stiff pose. He drops his eyes, thinking a moment. It isn't quite the perfect apology, but it's more than he'd expected.

Anduin closes his eyes, takes a breath and looks up at Wrathion.

He nods, silent acceptance, and tries to pull himself back together. A hesitation, then he makes a decision.

"I should not have struck you."

However angry he might have felt, that wasn't necessary.