"So you were watching," Violeta smirked, moving along in smooth, meandering lines. "I doubt you would have believed me before seeing it for yourself." Not only was Dante difficult to impress, but when he was, he seldom showed it. This current acknowledgment of her skill was a rare occurrence. She took it, of course, pushing off one foot to go into an easy cross foot spin, bringing her arms into her center and building enough momentum to release with her arms spread apart and her leg lengthened behind her.
Curving back around, she slowed to a stop a few feet in front of him, sweeping wisps of hair away from her face, and flashed him a wink. There a little gloating.
"You stop like this," she described, pointing to the position of her feet and the flat side of the blade that scraped across the ice. "See? To create friction. You know how to do that." A playful grin. Violeta took his hands and gently pulled him with her, taking slow, lazy strides. "And you skate," she finally answered blithely, "until you are sick of it! But you must have fun first. That is usually how this goes."