[The inside of the house is startling. Kratos had been expecting something similar to the outside; something like what his own quarters in the castle had looked like. There's never any point to decorating, when he's barely there.

[Instead it's almost -- cozy, in a way Kratos finds difficult to reconcile with Ka-Fai's proud bearing. The drapings serve to soften a rigid house into an inviting home, a place it might be nice to return to. It's ... odd. Almost alarming, when juxtaposed with the memory of the deadly spin of the Swallow in Yuan's hands.

[The door shuts and the chain clinks, and Kratos remembers why he's here at all, and tenses at the awareness of Ka-Fai next to him. He doesn't know what he expects, but having those chains removed is far down on the list. He's acutely aware that he doesn't know what he expects, as he rubs his wrists and eyes Ka-Fai with an impassive expression and no small degree of wariness.

[If Ka-Fai isn't aware of the talk, Kratos isn't going to bring it up. But he has no idea what Ka-Fai expects from him, either, and surely that's something that has to be established from the off. His voice is rusty, guarded but short of challenging.]

Now what?