"Talk, talk, talk! Always do you speak, never do you listen!" Wrathion's jaw was opening to speak, but the words of a simple Pandaren bartender stop his own words in his throat, and he just stares at Anduin.

Wrathion remembers throwing Tong's words back at him, saying that he was nothing but a waiter. But what if he was wrong? It was not as if he hadn't been wrong over the years. And wasn't that what Anduin was insinuating? Not to anger him--though there was anger in him at the king's words--but maybe, just maybe Tong had been right. He talked too much. Maybe he should try to listen.

And so, the dragon lowers his head a bit more, but he does not say anything.