[That makes it sound like Yuan doesn't understand Kratos's reasoning, and that's odd enough to make Kratos glance over his shoulder with a frown.]

What made you think I would appreciate the offer?

[Surely a soldier of Yuan's rank would understand. Even 'commander' had to be more than a thirst to prove himself. It's important enough that Kratos lays down the knife and turns properly, resting against the side of the counter.]

All this time you've never once asked me for anything which might further the Sylvaranti war effort; no request for information, no details on military processes. Yet now you expect me to betray Tethe'alla more truly than any answer I could have given?

[The frown remains, but becomes a head-tip as well.]

You must truly think poorly of me.

[It -- stings, a little, that Yuan thought he would sink so low.]