If she had gotten herself any more lost in Dante, Violeta probably would have abandoned the rest of her good sense and let him have his way. As it was, when the world around them collided once again with theirs and the rush of resounding holiday exuberance pushed her back into the reality where public indecency was a crime, she drew away smiling like some love-stricken thing. Slowly she dragged her hands down to his chest, content to keep his where they were and reluctant to part with the warmth that'd knocked the chill out of her spine. She tilted her head curiously, new to the Dante who wanted to show her things.
"It is not a bad trade," she considered, her eyes bright with intrigue. They had not been an hour at the rink, but she was satisfied with the time they did spend there; even if she had not been, she was far more interested in this place or thing that her partner suddenly wanted to share with her. With a grin, she watched small flecks of ice kiss and melt on his cheeks, wiping them away with her thumb before taking his hand in both of hers, holding it behind her back as she led them out of the ice rink and to the bench hiding their shoes. Once they both had them back on their feet she returned them at the counter while he waited for her.
She came back and kissed his shoulder, beaming. "Is it a surprise?"