Adora perks up at the question, heart fluttering with excitement. For how casually Catra drawls the words out, they almost make her squeal. (Catra liked it! They can do it more than once!)

"--Can we? 'cause I'd really like that. A lot."

Despite how utterly boneless she feels, a sudden rush of jittery energy floods her, and Adora has to do-- something, with herself. She's not sure exactly what, but she really, really wants to touch Catra, wants to make her understand how much this means to her. So she squeezes her tight between both arms, tangles their legs together, nuzzles her face into Catra's hair with a goofy amount of vigor. (And has to swallow a sneeze when it tickles her nose.)

"Catra," she giggle-whispers her name, with no real purpose beyond wanting to feel it on her tongue. "Catra. Catraaaa."