Altaïr pushed the boy forward, between them. "A friend of Ezio's," he said, and he hisses the other Assassin's name like a curse. "It seems our Brother shares things a little too freely, why don't you explain it yourself, boy? I'd like to know how it came to be that he felt you should know his identity after knowing you for so brief a time!"

He has faith in Malik that he does not need to be so blatant as to spell out what his anger is about.