[Contrary to his wife's reaction, Altaïr glowers at Ezio. Of course, now he remembers what little he'd known of Maria...which had been nothing beyond the fact that she was a woman Altaïr had drawn and preserved for history. But still.
There's no point in chiding Ezio for his absolutely unrepentant grin, so Altaïr just casts his gaze to the side, meeting no one's eyes.
He is not blushing, but if he were the type of man to do so, he would be.]
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There's no point in chiding Ezio for his absolutely unrepentant grin, so Altaïr just casts his gaze to the side, meeting no one's eyes.
He is not blushing, but if he were the type of man to do so, he would be.]
Yes. She is.