[Watching Yuan trend toward abject irritation, to resignation, and back to irritation is fascinating. The man's face shows all his emotions; it just seems as though the predominant one is annoyance. Seeing the realisation morph is like witnessing his thought process.

[Nevertheless, Kratos chuckles, an unintended softening of his usual demeanour. It's -- unexpectedly easy, given his situation. Yuan makes it easy; he doesn't act like a slave-master at all. At least, not any Kratos would have imagined. The humour fades into resigned stoicism soon after, though.]

I doubt that will be an issue where I'm concerned, anyway.

[He wouldn't know how to even begin to woo a wife, and he doubts any would have him. He's not exactly hale, and even though his injury shouldn't have an affect on certain duties, no wife deserves to be stuck in the house to care for a crippled husband. Besides which, he has quite literally nothing to offer. Even the clothes he's wearing don't belong to him.

[So then: all he has to look forward to is to be committed to Yuan Ka-Fai. It's not exactly his choice of futures, but he's alive, and Yuan seems willing enough to grant him some autonomy. There's some dignity to be had in his situation. Kratos lifts his shoulder slightly in a resigned shrug.]

I suppose I'll just have to be committed to you, then.