[Yuan hadn't been holding a weapon when he'd laid his hand on Kratos's throat, with intent. A trickle of warning travels down Kratos's back, and his grip convulsively tightens around the straight-razor, and he shifts to put Yuan more to his side before the seal has him lashing out.]

You would think. But --

[But that had definitely been the seal, just then. Kratos tries again nevertheless, the straight-razor not even getting within six inches of his face before the seal kicks in. It's harder this time, a solid blow that makes Kratos grunt, his suddenly numb fingers dropping the straight-razor into the hot water. He leans on the sink to breathe it out, his hand still tingling from that warning.]

But I suppose I tried too many times while feeling empty.

[Now it knows what a lack of intent feels like. It knows not to trust it.]