Despite his impatience, Altaïr maintains some level of caution, stepping over to the desk and placing the bracer down there alongside his forgotten journal rather than fling it aside as he might otherwise be inclined to do. The mechanism is sturdier than it looks, but no sense in taking chances.

Once it's safely disposed of, he begins undoing the buttons of his shirt, keeping his gaze locked on Diana as he does. The shirt does get flung somewhere he doesn't care about, revealing surprisingly few scars underneath for the life he's led.

One hand goes to undo his trousers then, but his patience seems to run out here. A beautiful woman taking off her dress before him is very attractive; a beautiful, dangerous woman taking off her dagger sheath before him is incredibly attractive. He reaches for Diana with his free hand, moving to kiss her again with even more intent and heat this time.