[Not quite. Kratos grips Yuan's thigh and pulls, coupled with a twist and judicious use of weight. Yuan has both height and weight, but Kratos is wirier and lithe. He doesn't need to be strong -- he just needs to know how to push. And push he does, with a silent kind of inexorability and a fierce light in his eyes, flipping Yuan and keeping hold of his arm to try and keep him pinned once more.

[Having human senses right now, he doesn't catch the footsteps outside the door, approaching the office, and entering without a knock.]

Lord Botta, I've got -- uh. Uhm.