This brings a broad smile to his face as he sees the only things really hurt is her pride . . . plus she still wants to play. So he goes along—what else is he going to do?
"Oh really . . . my fault huh, and how is that your royal damn highness."
"Well simple mister. Like I said you have been stalking me for some time now and its making me nervous and that is why I fell."
"Oh well excuse me again your royal highness as first of all the only reason I was . . . stalking you is because you dropped your damn mitten and I was trying to give it back to you."
He looks at her trying his best to still look disgusted as he tosses the mitten at her nonchalantly. He begins to skate away hoping he played his role to her liking.
He must have as she says, "Hey mister, wait."
"What?"
"Ahh thanks for
