Kratos's mouth opened to air an objection, but words failed him while his cheeks went hot. With a mental curse he turned off all his sensations, but it was too late; he'd blushed. In public. Even with his complexion generally lending itself to hiding that fact, there was no way either of them had missed it, and simply turning off his sensations wasn't going to make it vanish until it had faded on its own.

Damn it.

He cleared his throat and chose to move on, right now. "I'll stay. I'm immune to her 'magical asset', and safely or not you will no doubt work faster without having to contain her while you do so."