A quiet note of complaint slips from his lips when she pulls away, but Diana soon makes up for the distance between them in other ways. Altaïr's eyes fall shut naturally, automatically, until he forces them open again. He wants to be here, in the moment; forcing them open again, he reaches up to grip her hips lightly, helping to hold her steady and giving her the leverage they both crave.

He hadn't expected to do anything more than share quarters with her tonight, hadn't expected them to find solace in one another or anything that's followed, but it only seems natural and easy to lose himself with her now.