It was once - just once - but at Malik's shout, Altaïr actually let out a blurt of laughter before swiftly turning a corner. There was no convenient way onto a roof, and with the snow, he wouldn't want to be on a roof besides. But there was the chance to scoop up a handful of his own and ready it to toss for when Malik followed him.

Al'ama, he had missed Malik. Apparently to the point of letting go of his dignity.