Catra doesn't even allow her pitiful attempt at seeking reprieve, pulling her chin back down to reenforce the eye contact, and Adora-- Adora is freaking out. Because now Catra's bombarding her with those questions like she just did something weird, but she didn't do anything, and Catra's hand on her thigh keeps touching her in a way that's sending sparks up to her belly, and she won't stop looking at her face.

"What are you doing? Stop!" she squeaks out, planting a hand against Catra's face to shove her away. "What are you talking about?!"