[Kratos only chuckles deeply again, knowing full well that Yuan is assessing -- expecting. He can work with the food as being a mislead, and make Yuan think he's done something somewhere else -- and all the while watching Yuan become more paranoid.

[He manages to rise with a minimum of wavering and one hand on Yuan's shoulder, moving carefully toward the bed. The dizziness is lingering but at least it doesn't affect his vision this time around, and all of five feet isn't far enough to make it return; he takes a seat on the bed, holding his cuffed hand out to Yuan with a sigh.]

You can't keep me in here forever, even with side-trips to speak to Botta. Have you thought any part of this through?