I’m taking an “afternoon nap” (actually masturbating) in the rooftop garden above my house. A breathless, sweaty, and bleeding Altair jumps in through the curtain. His eyes are on me, bewildered at the unexpected sight. I move towards him as we near the guards approach – I know his fate is in my hands. Altair is both aroused and afraid I’ll yell. I open my mouth, to kiss him. He nearly moans out loud when my hands start to work their way under his robes and down his trousers.