Adora watches Catra's hands in deep concentration, dead set on discovering whatever answer they may hold. But she-- she expects Catra to wave them around, or something, not trail down her underwear-clad body and come to rest-- there.

Adora's face feels like it's burst into flames, and the ball of tension in her lower belly tightens. She tears her gaze up to look at Catra's face, wide-eyed.

"Wh-what?"