To say you didn't enjoy seeing Haytham's irritation on his face would be a lie. It was such a joy to see the subtle changes in his facial features when something didn't go according to plan...like this very moment

You were an Assassin and an important target for the Templar Order, but so far they had failed to capture you. So what could go wrong, right? Ah, right...

Haytham's icy gaze was on you as you slowly walked around the table after your little - what should we call it...? A misunderstanding. Your lip felt hot as a little blood leaked from the cut, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth. The tension between you was now so thick that you could cut it with a knife

Haytham, on the other hand, seemed to have gotten through the whole thing pretty well...but let's ignore the fact that you almost punshed the living sh- out of him. His grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed your movements while you walked around the table. However, you both seem to have the same mindset...at least this situation proves it

Just as he reached for his flintlock to point it at you, you simultaneously reached for it to do the same. A moment of tense silence passes between the two before Haytham's rich voice penetrates it

“I see we can’t seem to reach an agreement…"

He grumbles dryly as he watches you with his analyzing gaze from under the brim of his tricorne hat. He couldn't shoot you...at least not yet, you were too valuable for that, as unfortunate as it was. He just had to somehow get you on the side of the Order, but before that would happen, he was sure that cows would learn to fly first

"Why don't we be as kind as to lower our weapons, hm?”

The british Grandmaster adds as sarcastically as he was, but made no move to lower his flintlock himself