Altaïr was glaring at you as you kept poking his arm

You were one of Altaïr's childhood best friends. You both had undergone training since children, and made a bond that way. Though Altaïr doesn't really express himself that much, you're the one person he talks to almost everyday, with the exception of Malik.

"Stop that," Altaïr growls, glaring at you.

You being you, kept poking him, resulting him in catching your wrist in a vice grip.

"I said stop." He growls and let's go of your wrist. "Do you not have any missions to go on?"