There is a part of Diana that thinks along the same lines, but it has not been at the forefront of her mind since arriving in this land. Antiope had trained her to expect danger everywhere, from everyone, and that no fight would ever be fair. But despite that, it is simply in her nature to want to trust everyone she meets, and Altaïr has given her no reason not to trust him. Your heart is too soft, she can imagine her General admonishing her.

Right now, she doesn't care. His skin is warm and his lips are sweet, and that is all that matters.

He pauses, and Diana is only half a beat behind him. She wonders, briefly, if he means to stop--but instead he looks at her in a way that makes her heart pound in her chest and her stomach flip. Altaïr is brimming with intent, and between one blink and the next, that intent, that permission, is mirrored on her face. There is no doubt in her mind or her heart.

As he kisses her, she keeps one hand beneath his shirt, the other moving behind her to deftly tug at the tie cinching her dress at the waist. The gown itself is little more than one long bolt of cloth cleverly folded and draped, and without the tie, that becomes very apparent. Diana has always been a woman who believed in the power of actions, and she believes this one is quite strong.

Just mind the blade strapped to her leg.