Temp leans into the touch. It's hot but that's more than okay with him; Cillian Quinn would be able to feel how warm his skin was through his clothes, radiating what he was so used to. A real natural heater of a person.

"Big sap." His voice is fond. Shame this was just a short battle and he couldn't spend longer with the other.

The Lucario might now know her plan but the Medicham doesn't shy away. She follows through with a bold confidence, trying to slam a Force Palm on the canine.

There's a fondness in Tempest Quinn's voice when he says it that warms the pit of Gavin's stomach along with the flush to his skin, unpleasant in the Hoennian heat. He loses focus on the battle, leaving Lucario to fend for itself.

It puts up as much of a fight as it can, but a type advantage in combination with Lucario's distaste for aggressive combat spells its end. The jackal eventually drops to a knee, panting, and Gavin flicks his attention back to his Pokemon long enough to concede.

"Let's go find some shade," he mumbles into the crook of Temp's neck.