Naturally Reno scoffs off the absurdity of him being anything resembling a legitimate authority figure, rolling his eyes at the very idea. Him? A cop? Please.

"Well, it has to suit me," he remarks, arching a brow slowly and gesturing to himself. "I'm not one of those skinny, prissy little dancer types, y'know? I got the face, just not the rest." Doesn't discourage him in the least, aside from wanting to impress Emil and not really being sure he can. The general preference was for ice-skating to be graceful and elegant, neither of which he felt he exemplified. Then again, there was no one around to encourage him, praise him, tell him what his skating looked like. People either ignored or taunted him ,so he just did what he did. Stay off his ass, start steady, move on from there.

"I've got skates of my own in a locker but we'll have to rent some for you. Hope they've got something. Place is....kinda ratty," he murmurs, nodding down the street towards a very old-looking, forgotten rink.