I couldn't tell by the fact that you completely subverted my words when you translated that fairy-tale.

[Yes, he is still holding a grudge. Kratos does move Yuan's elbow a bit so he can close the door to take care of some more private issues, but a minute or so later he opens it again, dressed in the clothes he customarily wears while training. Or giving the recruits a chance to take a swing at him, as the case may be. This is the only set of clothes which isn't Yuan's, but the set he'd worn when Yuan kidnapped him -- hand-stitched mend across the chest and all.

[The shaving gear is already in his hand. Kratos eyes the complete lack of space to leave and goes to the sink to run the hot water and lather the soap.]

May I assume that I'll get different tastes for meals once I've proven I concede defeat?

[If he has to eat tomatoes for one more meal ...]