Oh, it was tempting. Horribly tempting. That side of him that ached for physical pleasure was telling him he was an idiot for not tossing his hands up and declaring that they forego the skating altogether. But Conrad knew better than that. He needed to pace himself. Throwing himself at Wesley like some horny teenager would have been awfully tacky.
So he'd focus. Skating first. Discussion first.
..then, later, he might have to give poor Mike another reason to angrily knock on his wall. Sorry, Mike.
"My, my. Look at you, skating backwards. You know, Wes, I find the one thing that I'm actually better at than you, and you surpass me in a few self-taught lessons. How unfair." Despite that sour look on his face, Conrad was absolutely teasing. And he was proud of Wes. After getting his own skates on, he joined Wesley out on the floor, casually gliding after him.
"Alright then, do an entire lap backwards like that. Then I'll be impressed."