[The way Kratos tenses, then nearly relaxes like he's accepting it...]

[It turns Yuan's stomach, and he had thought he had worn out his capacity for that years ago. Damn Kratos anyway.]

[He can still feel the phantom beat of Kratos' pulse against his fingertips, rabbit-quick and ephemeral as light.]

You're a pathetic sight.

[But the braid is still happening, piece by careful piece, an old Asgard style Yuan used to wear. It isn't particularly gentle, but Yuan isn't being cruel, either, only briskly unhappy.]

[Yuan is quiet for another long moment to avoid revealing the fact that he has no idea what he's going to do with Kratos and did not, in fact, think this kidnapping through.]

Keep you hidden, for one thing. You're already tempting fate following the Chosen to the seals.