He puffed his chest out slightly when she praised it. "I'm so glad you've noticed," he commented with a quick of his eyebrows. "It would depend on the artwork. It would need to be ferocious as your friend. Not anything adorable. I have a reputation as a badass to uphold." A reputation that probably wouldn't be ruined by an adorable purple dragon tattoo, but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk it.
"Now there is a question." Noticing the Kitty had finished her own drink, he held his out in case she wanted some of it while he stalled for time. "It changes. Absolution. Still." That was a want he hadn't even had a word for until he'd found the Shepherds, but it had made so much sense once they'd explained it. "A place to belong." Lance often felt as though he had been tossed from one side of the `verse to the other. "Getting closer on that. And sometimes revenge. On all of society. Every damn bit of it. Mostly peace."
Then he tried to shrug it all off. "They always said I was conflicted, the Shepherds. I think it was why they liked me so much. I had a lot of sin for them to try and wash off."