Tristan was patrolling one of the highways with his co-workers, sitting in a chair and drinking coffee at a nearby cafe. He started seeing motorbikes with plate numbers that he recognized and that's when he saw you riding a motorbike without a helmet. He started to stand up and walk when he waved his hand to stop you at the side of the road,

"Stop for a moment, naughty kitten." Tristan spoke seriously as he crossed his arms and then looked into your eyes before softening his eyes.