[It speaks of the cracks in them, that Kratos can't be entirely sure why Yuan reacts that way -- though he can practically feel the glare. He huffs again.]

I meant the scent.

[But Yuan is clearly going to be obstinately vague about minor things, just enough to be a nuisance without actually obfuscating communication. Another day, and Kratos might have been petty about asking first. This is not another day, and his wrists are throbbing. So he concedes, closing his eyes again and leaning his head, just a touch, back into Yuan's massaging fingers.]

If I wind up with hair like yours ...

[He doesn't need luxurious hair, thank you.]