[Yuan appreciates Kratos's shift, as little as it may be, but most of his attention is taken up by the abrupt presence of the smith. ...His old master.]

[Incredulous laughter is not, perhaps, the best note on which to start this exchange. Yuan reminds himself of his freedom, despite the fact some much younger part of him wants to bend his head.]

[It's a fight, then, not to square his shoulders up again. Yuan draws a breath, raises his eyebrows.]

If you're finished, I have business for you.