[Yuan's short nod is a little jerky, like he's having some difficulty with it.]

[...it's still so strange to see Kratos making himself more physically subservient. Half of Yuan wants to shake him till he stops. The other, wiser half stops short of physical contact.]

And you-- assumed you couldn't ask, for something not logical.

[It is as close as Yuan can come, right now, to saying you have told me that somehow, despite my best efforts, I am someone you fear to approach. How can he fault Kratos for that? This is where the weariness comes from, not the anger. He shakes his head as though to dismiss it.]

...I presume you have the operational security dangers understood, as well?

[Since they touched on it; and it is the fastest way Yuan can think of to move on.]