He laughs and steps out onto the ice and then closes distance between them rapidly.

"Clinging to me is better than clinging to a wall," which was what he'd been trying to figure out. "At least then you'll push us apart instead of just wind up with your feet four feet behind you."

He was actually trying to assess where Clint was, and truthfully? Already better than most adults who don't really know how to skate, just in that he doesn't seem terrified of falling down.

"Do you remember how to stop?" If it was when Clint was a kid - "Snow plow?"