He had not failed to notice the absent blade. An Assassin without his claws. Interesting. His own blade was hidden safely beneath the sleeve of his coat and the lace of his cuff, and the Templar ring he so rarely wore openly was tucked into one of the inner pockets of his clothing. There should be nothing to give him away.

Not that he expected the man to suddenly put up a fight in his current condition, of course. At this point Haytham might be able to take the man with one arm tied behind his back. He cast a sideways glance at the blood on the man's robes.

Scratch the might.

"...something like that. Haytham Kenway, at your service."