Lance rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her head before stepping out of the hug, his arm still slung around her shoulder. "Yeh do that. I'd appreciate it. C'mon, let's go get yehr dog."
He could go home, Lance realized, now that the case was over, which meant that he'd probably need to pick D.A. up from Ben's place. He'd pop over while Valmae was grabbing her things so that the dogs could get acquainted before they were back on D.A.'s turf, not that the mutt was remotely territorial. It would figure that a Hit Wizard would have a worthless guard dog.