[The comment about change, or lack thereof, creases Yuan's face, setting his expression not entirely happily. No: he hasn't changed. Not in this respect, at least. And it's not like Kratos would have been in a position to see it, if he had.]

[But he has no reason to have changed, either.]

[When Kratos has managed to lower himself into the tub, Yuan lowers his arm in turn, and moves away, going to lean against the sink and that counter rather than the tub. Notably, he does not quite look at Kratos, despite the obstacle to perception rippling water will provide. It's the principle of the matter.]

Then we'll be more careful, since I doubt you want my attendance on every opportunity you take to clean yourself.

[Folded arms.]

Let me know when you're prepared for me to do something to your hair.