The young lovebirds flew from Cambridge to New Zealand, a Pacific island nation blanketed by rainforest.
For the next stretch of days, Tony and Cassandra had a wonderful time, living a shameless, uninhibited life every day.
Tony felt that he had recovered, and that aspect of him had become excessively powerful. If he did not get a taste of "meat" every day, he practically could not sleep.
Even Cassandra, who had always joked about that aspect of him, was beginning to struggle. She was almost passing out every day.
Still, Tony was not a Beast. He cared deeply for her. After a month of those wild, chaotic days, he decided to give her a day of rest. The two took a boat out to sea to fish and cruise around.
But when they reached the boundless, empty sea, Tony looked at the beautiful ocean, then at his beautiful fiancée in her swimsuit, and could not resist feeling tempted again.
The little boat stopped out at sea for two hours. After Cassandra woke from her faint, the two finally decided to head to a fishing spot and prepare lunch.
"What are you thinking about, Captain Stark?"
Naked, Cassandra basked in the sun, lying on the deck and savoring the lingering afterglow.
"Nothing." Tony put on his sunglasses and looked as if he were concentrating on steering the boat.
"Nothing?" Cassandra propped herself up on one elbow and twisted to look at him, trying to find some clue in his expression.
Tony smiled, turned, and blew his fiancée a kiss. "You only get one chance a day to ask me, 'What are you thinking about?' You already used it up when you were teasing me earlier."
"But when I asked, you did not answer. You just knocked me down like a raging