[Kratos glances up just enough for a possible gleam of amusement to be seen through the wisps of bangs not quite long enough to make it into the braid.]

I'm not sure you've room to talk, given how persistently you used to try to kill me.

[He doesn't dare try to stretch as far as Yuan does, yet; instead he cradles the pieces he has, putting the smaller bits in the larger, until the floor is clear. Ish.]

I'll sweep right away.

[It is not the least bit an answer to the question.]