[In the end, the guards trail after, though they don't follow them inside Yuan's room. (None of them have any idea what it's like inside the leader's room, except for the cleaners, and the cleaners aren't telling.) Kratos, for his part, submits to going in and gives Yuan's back a fondly exasperated look while Yuan disappears into the next room. Yuan's quarters aren't as large as his office, but he still manages to have separate rooms for the extra privacy.

[He probably won't be long. Kratos glanced around with a more considering eye. He pauses for a moment on the picture of Martel, and then bows to it. If he could speak to it without Yuan hearing, he would; but he thinks at it instead: For your eyes only, Martel.

[Inside of a minute he has Yuan's bed stripped and remade, short-sheeted. Martel would appreciate the chance to see Yuan fumble half-clothed, Kratos knows. Then he goes to Yuan's bookcase, flipping through some of the books as though that's where he's been the whole time.]