Catra's fit is shrinking more and more into a little baby tantrum, which Adora is almost in a position to laugh at, except she's still very much on the floor and aching all over. So, maybe in a bit.

Still, the more Catra's protests weaken, the more her own confidence grows. It's hard not to relish in the effect she has on Catra, knowing full well that anybody else who'd even attempt touching her like this would be dead in a matter of seconds.

"Because I liiiike you," she coos, this time barely having to force it. One of her arms, tight around Catra's back, shifts just the fraction of an inch needed to scritch at her waist. "Come on, just a quick little shower? We'll be done before you know it."