"I don't think little of you," she shook her head, laughing. "I just know I probably would have gone for humiliation." Lance's ideas were a lot more reasonable, for the most part. Two of them, at least. "I don't think getting a tattoo that says 'tinkering' on my inner thigh is a great idea."
"I'll help you figure it out," she promised. Using her foot, she nudged Lockheed gently. "You hear that? Lance is gonna make you something, which means you should be nice to him."
Lockheed didn't seem to like that idea, and he huffed as he unwrapped himself from her leg and moved closer to the fire. Kitty shook her head. "He'll come around. He'd better, at least."