He didn't feel perturbed in the slightest when he returned to his room, but as soon as he sat down and stared at his chicken, Kratos could feel his heart begin to race. In just a matter of minutes, he would be attempting a non-fatal evisceration. Evisceration alone was easy; he knew at least five different ways to accomplish that from a variety of angles. Making it non-fatal was a shade more difficult. He did not lack for skill or control, as he continued to tell himself, but somehow, that small voice of doubt that claimed he would slip in the most important moment continued to pound away relentlessly.

Closing his eyes, Kratos pinched the bridge of his nose as he attempted to rein in his thoughts before starting in on his dinner. It wasn't as if he didn't have room to spare; Rapunzel would be there too, and he had his own magic to patch things up if they got particularly messy. Still, he didn't want to strain that safety net, and that meant he'd have to be perfect.

...easier said than done, but he'd do it somehow. He had to.