It's entirely inappropriate and wrong - Malik has no right to grin at him, his shoulders lightly dusted in snow, and then pull off his hood, revealing how the cold wind has pinched his nose and cheeks pink, just so that Altair can't help but notice that there are, of all things, bright white snowflakes stuck to Malik's eyelashes. He feels himself grow warm, then hot with indignation as he tries to say something scathing and fails miserably in a tumble of incomprehensible words and stuttering.

Malik, ever helpful, shoves a handful of snow down the nape of his gray novice robes and cools him right off.