[Yuan eyes Kratos in turn, weighing whether those merit answers when he's already been fairly plain about his feelings. By his standards, anyway, and in a way Kratos can decipher easily.]

[In the end his gaze tracks from the sink to the offensive stubble, judging the reach, and down to Kratos's legs. Hm.]

You'll have trouble kicking me if I'm sitting on your legs.

[It's not the strangest thing they've been caught doing.]

The beard isn't a good look for you. And this will be a good exercise. We'll see if the damned thing can be taught.

[He considers the position again. No, he'd hate to try to pin Kratos's legs from this angle.]

Sit, Kratos. The cuffs should give you that much leeway.