He couldn't contain the surprised (and mildly annoyed) grunt that issued from him as he watched Vi glide across the ice with effortless fluidity; he knew the woman was graceful, as he'd seen her dance more than once, but he was unprepared for how well that translated here on the ice. He found himself watching her intently while trying not to be obvious about it, and very nearly mowed over a teenage couple holding hands in his distraction.
"Hey bro, watch it!" the boy whined, but it only took one darkened glare from Dante to send him scooting quickly away with a mumbled apology. Snorting through his nostrils, he was about to look for his woman again when she appeared before him. If he didn't know any better (and he did) then he would assume she was gloating (she was). He had caught on quickly enough to not entirely wipe out, as he'd seen so many others do, but lacked any finesse. He shrugged at her question, huffing so that a cloud of condensation billowed in front of his mouth.
"You didn't tell me you were so good at this," he grumbled, his cheeks flushed with the cold and the steady drunk of the eggnog. "Is this it? We just go around in circles until.... what, exactly? And how the hell do I stop? There are no brakes."