[Yuan pauses with his back turned, hands still for a moment, not completely sure if it's a relief that Kratos has read things so deftly already, or concerning that he is so transparent.]

[It isn't as though he wanted to be anyone's master in the typical sense of the word. Relief it is. He turns, wondering if he'll see any change in Kratos's demeanor at all, to answer.]

Very little. I have a second room, with a cot.

[Born from the very optimistic idea that he might have guests who wanted to stay. Mostly it gathers dust.]