Kratos frowned slightly when his sister all but commanded him not to cut it off. He didn't want to, at all, but at the same time being told to do or not to do something in those tones made him feel a little bit rebellious. She was his big sister, not his mom, she couldn't tell him what to do. So if he wanted to cut it off, he'd cut it off!
Except he didn't want to. He was trying to figure out a way to never have to do that, but the only solution seemed to involve being permanently wet and cold. That didn't seem like the greatest plan ever, and really, when he thought about it, he couldn't recall grown men walking around damp and shivering all the time. So either he'd outgrow it or Nike's solution was wrong.
Which was when he suddenly realized that his eldest sister might not be the most reliable source of information on what happened with male anatomy. After all, that line about being close to those he liked didn't make any sense either. What did that part of him sticking straight out like that have to do with being close to somebody? The last thing Kratos wanted when he was fixing that problem was somebody he liked around to see it. Right?
Maybe he should talk to one of his uncles instead. He just didn't know how to start that conversation. This one, though, didn't seem to be getting him the answers he wanted either, and that wasn't Nike's fault at all. She was a girl. She just... couldn't know.
So he nodded, eyeing the doorway and wondering if he could leave soon. “Alright. Thank you, Ni. This was, um, really helpful?”