[Kratos has managed to divest himself of clothes and have a towel wrapped around him by the time Yuan's words come filtering through, and if only because the anger feels good, the energy it gives him feels good after three days of being bed-ridden, Kratos stalks back to the door to yank it open sharply.]

Do not test me with the kitchen, Yuan. You'll be eating coconut from now until the reunification.

[Then the door is closed again, sharply (not with a slam!), and Kratos moves toward the shower, yanking impatiently at the rubber-band in his hair to free his braid.]