He should have known that even going away from Mags that he would still be known but it definitely isn't surprising to find Altaïr there without him knowing. If only that he is a spider much like Inej, and wraiths can get anywhere, can't they?

He lowers the cane the tiny bit he'd lifted it, resting his weight down onto the gilded crows head once more.

"For some reasons I doubt that if it ever came to it," he points out. "But honestly, that was most of what I needed." That it's not the first night he's done this is something else entirely. "We all have our ways of getting out our frustrations."

He brushes back his hair with a gloved hand, giving the other man a look. "You're not out here for the same, are you?"