Axel: Eli & Mao
Once again the little voice in the back of Eli's mind told him that all was not as it seemed. Something about him... Eli felt like a predator meeting another predator. That sort of clash could be dangerous, but there was no prey to be fought over, no challenge to be made. At least not from him. Eli wasn't hungry. He decided to throw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen? The boy had a pulse, which meant he had blood. If he turned out to be a problem well... Eli had appetite enough to solve it.
"I don't know how," He confessed, gazing down with obvious admiration at the way Mao seemed almost one with his skates. "I was gonna just watch buuuut I don't want to be considered a pervert..." That and really he'd been wanting an excuse to give it a go. This stranger seemed good as any.
He smirked and pushed off the edge of the ring toward the skate rental, "If you teach me, I'll skate with you. You just have to promise not to roll over my fingers if, hmm, when I fall over."