Connor's surprised, but he masks it immediately and finds maybe he isn't so surprised after all. Elijah Kamski is practically a hermit; unless he has a rink hidden somewhere in that mansion of his, it makes sense that Chloe won't have been ice skating before, and he can't picture Kamski skating either- not that he wants to, and not that he'd be willing to teach him. Chloe is another matter entirely.

"Don't look at your feet, just hold both of my hands and look at me, alright? I won't let you fall, I promise." Her blush is a charming blue that's only slightly darker than her eyes, and it falls prettily over her features. Does she have freckles, or is it the lighting? His eyes follow hers across the ice for a moment before he shakes his head with a smile. "Eyes on me. Whatever anyone else is doing doesn't matter."

But then she must be feeling confident, because once she has her footing she begins to strike out on her own, pulling him along as she glides so that he's the one left stumbling behind her. One eyebrow raises, and the sense of wonder and surprise overtakes him again as he catches himself and paces her.

"No. I'm nowhere near that good, believe me. I was preconstructing the possibility, but I need more experience first. Ninety-three percent of my simulations had me falling hard on my ass. The world will have to wait for my Olympics debut I'm afraid." He grins sheepishly at her with a small shrug.