[altaïr isn't necessarily stalking lara, he's just...around her. he's been slipping in and out of rooms as quickly and quietly as he can manage, steps light and silent on the floors. how she even manages to have the ability to notice him, perhaps he will never know, but he turns around, his own hand resting on the hilt of his sword. his eyes dart to her weapon and his brow arches. she must know her way around a fight to use something like that.]
What is it that you want?
[his tone is flat (though somewhat demanding) as though he truly has no interest in her answer either way.]
2!!
What is it that you want?
[his tone is flat (though somewhat demanding) as though he truly has no interest in her answer either way.]