Pretty sure chihuahuas aren't one of those breeds, but hey, I'm a sharpshooter, not a vet. What do I know?

[Nothing. That's what.]

Okay, well, point there, but you liked it.

[Peering back at her and her red cheeks, Lance smirks, dipping his head down to pressing his lips against the shell of her ear.]

I sure wasn't hearing anything but my name all those times I licked you. Kinda wanna hear it again.

[It's really not the time to let his hormones go buckwild, but the teasing is also a distraction. If Pidge pushes him away, he'll accept it for what it is. This time, Lance is really following her lead.]