Once again, Catra's groan, grimace, and pointed rubbing of her licked hand off on Adora's face are all entirely hypocritical actions. Like Catra has never been the one to slobber all over Adora.

"I am not 'sensitive'," she protests. Melog, the traitor, warbles loudly as they object. Catra bristles, but elects to ignore them, lowering herself closer to Adora instead. Adora cannot see her own lips, which means that Catra's free to wipe away an imaginary bit of berry with her thumb; free to tilt her head, glare softening, as if she's considering going in for a kiss despite her agitation.

"Still offering?" She murmurs, pressing the pad of her thumb against the lower of Adora's lips. Melog had seriously. Seriously better not be giving her away right now.