“I’m sure.” It was interesting to note that faint hint of color in Eli’s cheeks as he blushed. With the coldness of his hands, Mao suspected such a thing may not be possible. But there was a lot he didn’t know about the weird side of things that he was a part of, he had no one and nothing to guide him save for a book he couldn’t read, given to him by a spectre he had only seen once.
Mao answered Eli’s grin with another of his own, cheeky, excited by that hint of flirtation. He happily went with it. “I dunno… They might come off easier than you think.” A wink, and then he was off, towing Eli out onto the smooth hard wood of the rink.
He found his place in the flow, slow and steady at first. He soon picked up speed, shooting around the bend, whip quick, trying to incite a little fear, if only so that Eli would cling tighter to him. Shameless.
Turning to look over his shoulder, he asked with a laugh, “Having fun?”