Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Catra cannot believe it's come to this.

Time for the last-ditch charades. Adora had better understand after this, because there is a hot and embarrassed flush on Catra's cheeks already. (She seriously. Seriously cannot believe it's come to this.) She holds up her hands, showing them both to Adora; and then deliberately lowers them, sliding one on top of the other between her own slightly parting thighs, to rest them over her crotch. And then raises both eyebrows in pointed question. Does Adora get it, yet?