"And now that I have confirmation that your goal is humiliation I'm going to avoid further bets with you." Because, to be honest, Kitty probably had the upper hand in most of them. Lance was surprised that he had maybe, sort of won this one. Of course he also might have purposefully only been paying attention to Kitty during the song and unable to tell whether anyone else sang along first. No one had ever accused him of being perfectly honest.
Grinning, he laced his hands behind his head. "You could get a different tattoo there if you wanted. That one could also look nice wrapped around a wrist or an ankle." Those suggestions weren't as overtly sexual.
If that dragon ever decided to like him, Lance was certain it would mean that Hell had frozen over, which the Shepherds had pretty explicitly explained wasn't possible. "He's just protecting you from the big, bad man who suggested you tattoo your inner thigh. He might have some good reasons not to like me."