"Now why oh why do you think my goal was humiliation?" He clapped a big hand over his chest. "I'm wounded that you think so little of me." Not really. He could see where she was coming from with that idea. "Personally I was thinking more along the lines of inner thigh, hip, collarbone, lower back." Along with some more intimate areas that he was not going to name when Lockheed was that close and watching him that intensely.
As it was, Lance was a little concerned that they might very soon have a raging wildfire. In his lap. "I can build that. Easily. Though I might need some suggestions. I'm not as familiar with what he likes as I am with what he doesn't like." Namely him.