[There's a reaction. The moment Yuan picks up the straight-razor, Kratos tenses, his gaze drawn to the blade in Yuan's hand. It nearly stops his breath, before the seal and his body remember that breathing is a requirement these days.

[It isn't until Yuan brings it down that the seal's objection triggers properly. One moment Kratos is warily still; the next he's an explosion of motion, bucking up against Yuan's weight, twisting and turning to try and throw him off; his hands bear down on the towel-rack to give him leverage, his shoulders braced against the wall.

[He doesn't make it easy for Yuan, to get near his face -- but the moment that blade is within a few inches the seal locks him in place instead, averting the risk of struggling leading to an accidentally lethal injury. Kratos is left tremblingly and involuntarily still, his breath coming quick and body still tense as a spring, waiting for opportunity; his gaze remains on that blade.]