It's very difficult to concentrate on his trousers when Diana's pressed against him, but it would be both unproductive and unrewarding to leave them on. He follows her to the bed — which one? He's pretty sure the room came with two but actually it doesn't matter now — and stumbles a little, a rare thing for him.

He manages eventually; the waistband goes slack around his hips and he shoves them down, kicks them away. Altaïr is the tidy sort but not now. He's fully exposed now, more than he has been in a long time, but he doesn't feel vulnerable, not with her. When they reach the edge of the bed he pulls her closer and pushes them both down, twisting a little to take the impact with a gentle thump.