Lessons would be good. They also would be logical and make sense. Sense rarely entered their world. Especially where Lyssa was involved. He stood by the side, hanging onto it as he watched her skate. She seemed to know what she was doing. At least a little better than him. He was completely clueless. It was a good idea in theory, but sitting at the bar was much more his style.

"Sounds good. Irish coffee would be really good about now." Or the hot chocolate, as long as it had some alcohol in it. He laughed and followed her off the ice. "What the fuck were we thinking," he grumbled as he took his skates off.