After a lap or so, he'd at least managed his balance. Wilke wasn't skating so much as he was letting her pull him around the rink, but he wasn't the kind of guy to really give a shit about stuff like that. As long as he wasn't on his ass, or even if he was---

And as if thinking it had made his feet remember where he was and the next thing he knew, his ass was ice cold and he was grinning up at her. "Oops?"