Tristan was looking to the ocean as he stepped outside the room getting a full view of the coast coming into view. From what he knew they would make it to port by night or late afternoon. As he had been getting dressed he had been attempting to recollect the events of the day prior. He was trying to remember what Jennifer and he had been doing the night before. The bite marks on his chest had him worried and his discovery of a pair of used drinking glasses made him dedicated in his recollection.<br/><br/>From what he could remember they had boarded the cruise ship the day before and Jenny had dragged him out to the pool. She made him show her how he swam as he knew she had no interest in actually studying his form. And then he release Persephone from the pool so she could play with the little ones that were near the area. All the while he could see Jenny staring at him as he tried to keep eyes on every child and his dear companion. He needed to make sure that she would be fine while the Children oohed and ahhed as she gently played with the kids.<br/><br/>When he went to call Persephone back he was well dried and out of the pool Jenny already claimed his chest as she always did as he curled an arm around her protectively. His gaze settled on a few of the young men who chose to leer at her quickly turning into a glare knowing that the boys only wanted her for her sex. He found a few of the children and a few of the adults walking over to him asking him about the Milotic. Questions of breeding, contests and Persephone herself were quickly answered until Jenny began to stir. After that, Tristan politely asked the remaining people to leave, waiting for Jenny to full regain herself.<br/><br/>The first thought she expressed once awake enough to form words was simple and direct “Hungry” she said in a slightly whine or moan before automatically curling back on him. Tristan looked at her smiling, his hand reaching to stroke her hair softly and subtly bring her eyes to his. “Food or more sleeping on my chest.” He said not giving her the option of both. His voice was soft and playful, like how a father spoke to a child when trying to lead them to a reasonable decision. She eventually got off him but looked like she was going to choose the sleep for a moment; the way her head immediately fell on his chest had him fooled.<br/><br/>Once they had eaten it was dark and Tristan was leading her back to the room. He wanted to have her learn where he planned to go; to a place he desperately wanted to sneak into. Once they got into the room he immediately pulled out a giant map that contained a detailed lay out of the Johto and Kanto regions. He looked her dead in the eye, a look that said you better listen. Eventually he found himself sitting cross legged on the bed with Jenny sitting in his lap as he pointed to where they would go. But he first pointed to Mount Silver, “I want to get us here” he said in a serious tone, he knew that only special trainers were allowed to cross into the area, but he didn’t care. He was getting too old to deny himself the chance.<br/><br/>He laid out a number of plans for how to get there from flying there via one of his special reserved pokemon, to doing it the long and proper way of gaining the rest of the gym badges. The later he described as taking months in the least, knowing that it would take them at least that time for traveling on foot. He didn’t want to say the third and most dangerous option, tunneling there. She nodded at his word noting that if they were going to plan Silver that they would need to work into the night. She then went to go get some water for the two of them and everything when dark.<br/><br/>He was lost in thought when he felt something grab him, and the warm, wet softness on his neck. He knew it was Jenny by the sound of her voice, she sounded like she did when she wanted him. The rumbling in her throat telling him that she was happy and aroused. He felt her already wrapped around him as he found himself supporting her. He turned to her gently snaking an arm around her so she didn’t fall. “It was what I woke up to that broke my peaceful mood.” He said  looking at her holding her close his hands well aware of the bare flesh that it’s fingers held firmly. “Should I expect to see you in this when we get to port?” he asked immediately dreading her response of “No I won’t be wearing it during that time” as he silently cursed himself for giving her the opportunity.<br/><br/>He looked away noticing a couple walking towards the two eyeing the pair of them. The woman nodded and grinned in approval while the man offered them a sneer as if the conduct was inappropriate. Tristan blinked at the rare switching of roles to what he usually saw before he heard his partner’s stomach growl against him, causing him to turn his eyebrows raise, a grin of his own forming on his lips. “Hungry?” he asked her teasingly.<br/>