Altair was no longer brushing Coco; he was rather enjoying his conversation with Drake, and the brush was really just for show, anyway. The groomsman would brush him again later. "Oh, I know a few," he answered offhand. "Some better than others. Of course, I can always use new friends." He smiled.
"A monk," he said then, thoughtfully. "Monks fight hand-to-hand, don't they? And you're taking on Karras unarmed?" He curled his index finger thoughtfully against his chin. "Well, now, this is something I might have to see."