[Are you trying to kill him, Ange? Because just seeing that smile makes him feel like flying or something and the crash will be brutal from that height. He laughs as she speaks, feeling her hands squeezing his a bit. You know, he doesn't think he would mind to be stuck in a strange loop repeating this ice-skating "date", or whatever it is, for the rest of his life.]

I never feared making a fool of myself. But if you're feeling disappointed I suppose we could fall together and get to know the ice more personally.