[The level stare continues for a moment longer, but Dirk finally decides that Yuan is the more honest of the two and concedes with a grunt, getting to his feet with his equipment in hand.]

Bed. Now.

[He points emphatically toward the makeshift sleeping area and then clomps away. Kratos glances toward Yuan, still half leaning against him, with that longsufferingly amused smile.]

Hmh. Which side do you want?