The man spoke with familiarity, moved like an Assassin, and yet refused to look at him for more than a fraction of a heartbeat. All of this was confusing, at the least, but time had taught him some social graces he had lacked when he truly was the age he looked or younger: He understood when he was unwelcome.

And as such, once he saw Desmond safe in the village, he lowered himself to the ground and gave a quiet, "Safety and peace," before turning to leave him be. If his presence was so troublesome, he wouldn't inflict it upon him. There were many other things that he had planned that needed his attention.