Well it just goes to show that violence was not always the answer for getting your way, Sammy thought to himself as he took a deep breath. It was actually very relieving that he didnâ€™t have to get his hands dirty to get through but if this plan did not work then he wouldnâ€™t be given a choice. His patience was running thinner with each moment that passed, eager to get to Cerulean and passed this horrible cave; Sammy felt he was the only one who could care less about the Clefairy but he just shrugged it off. If he thought about it too much he might get fidgety and that would look sloppy when he was speaking to someone who probably knew of his father. The last thing he needed was word getting back that Mark Dennisâ€™s son is a nervous wreck who doesnâ€™t know what the hell heâ€™s doing.<br/><br/>Then again he did wonder what he was going to say to the man. The others seemed to be perfectly fine with just waltzing up but Sammy was not the most social person. Well that was actually a lie, he was pretty social, but not in his current mood.<br/><br/>He ran a hand through his hair and collected his thoughts while he half listened to jack speaking to the somewhat dirty man who had just came out of the cave. Serafine remained behind him, ever carefully watching all that was around her. Occasionally she would nudge him or yawn to let him know she was still here or to make sure he wasnâ€™t thinking of doing something stupid. More than likely the former, however, since she does love attentionâ€¦ and he has not fed her yet. Sammy put his bag down and brought out a few berries for her to keep her satisfied while he waited for Jack and the older man to get done speaking. This plan had better work â€“he was getting a bit anxious as time passed though if he had to guess, they only been talking for about five minutes or so.<br/><br/>When it was finally his turn to speak, he approached carefully, Serafine following behind with a calm expression on her face. He was glad she was behaving, knew she would rather walk than be crammed into a Pokeball. Truth be told, he didnâ€™t even have an extra Pokeball for her anyway. When there was a moment of silence, he spoke: â€œAfternoon, my name is Samuel Dennis, Mark Dennisâ€™s son,â€ he spit his fatherâ€™s name out faster than he wanted to. Blame impatience. He kicked himself mentally for giving such a horrible introduction; it wasnâ€™t really his intention so say â€˜Samuelâ€™. Only his father or authorities that knew him called him Samuel for the most part. Rather than embarrass himself further, he figured he would just let Jack do the talking since he seemed to be a little more convincing.<br/><br/>Then again the man did seem to ramble on quite a bit eventually decided to shut up. Either way he hoped the Professor would be convinced. Sammyâ€™s last minute plan B of saying that he was here on his fatherâ€™s behalf to help with work would probably not work out too well. He was almost certain that it wouldnâ€™t work, actually. His plans, whenever he decided to do so, always seemed to backfire, especially when he was irritated. The last thing he wanted was for the people in this little group to eye him and say â€˜hey thanks to Sammy we now have to sit here for a week.â€™