After five minutes of regaining his breath and cooling down, sweat drying on his skin in a way annoyingly similar as it had when regrowing the skin of his arm, he turned his head to Altaïr, who looked about ready to fall asleep. He gathered just enough energy to grab a nearby sheet and took the man's wrist, cleaning his hand of his own sticky climax. Altaïr slopping kissed his shoulder.

He would join the man in sleep. After all, the novelty of a new arm in the bedroom wouldn't wear off that quickly, and he needed to regain energy for the next round. Not to mention training, paperwork and rebuilding the order...then again, Malik thought as he entertained new sexual fantasies, they could always wait.