[Kratos tips his head, longsuffering amusement written all over his face and jiggling his hand so the cuffs rattle.]

I'm tired and would like to get this over with as quickly as possible, and that makes you think I have something I shouldn't?

[He waits only a beat, considering his options. It was bound to happen, really; and Yuan is entirely capable of searching him if he wants to. So Kratos sighs and lifts his foot to pull the blade from the training-room out of his boot and put the hilt in Yuan's palm. It's alright. He still has the picks and a good map of the base.]