Wrathion's expression...is no longer amused. He's not precisely pushed over to angry yet (though there is some, bubbling beneath the surface, he has tried so damned hard to not be seen as a stereotype, not be painted with the brush of the entire maddened Black Dragonflight before he personally cleansed it--by murdering his family entire, even! Save for Ebyssian...), but he's no longer jovial. Not by a long shot.

He inhales slowly. It's a calming breath, at least, not a preparation for his breath weapon.

"That is the worst portrait anyone has ever made of me, and the worst rendering of the Pandarian dragons I have ever seen. An accomplishment. To say nothing of the departure from how things actually are, where I'm from..."

Though, okay, before he cleansed it, Wrathion will grant that his dragonflight was no better than Kaburagi has said. Emphasis on the former more than the latter.