"Hmm," Altair hummed thoughtfully. Well, he had had his hair sort of like that in the past. Though now it was in its usual short style, as it was more convenient to simply shove it back in the mornings than concern himself with trying to style long hair.

"I see," He said, neither confirming nor denying, "How old do you think I am, then?"

He was curious to see if Thrass would assume he was older or still quite young.

"And do you think my face is handsome, quite normal, or hideous enough that that's why I hide behind this mask?"