What is it that makes people like Adora and Scorpia treat Catra like this? Her ears flatten, and her tail settles down into a dissatisfied flick as Adora fixes her up. She still shifts away from the touch to her stomach with a baring of her teeth, the fur rising up again immediately under Adora's hand in warning, but otherwise lets her go ahead. There's no stopping these people when they're like this, much to Catra's chagrin.

She's in full sulk mode by the time Adora finishes and gives her permission to continue, and Catra's unimpressed scowl slants sideways as she purses her lips. She liked it a lot better a few moments ago, when Adora was red-faced and groaning, her body soft and pliant.

"I almost took out the Rebellion," she feels the need to point out somewhat petulantly, pride bruised. In case Adora's forgotten. Because she's sure not taking her seriously, and Catra's sitting back on her haunches, still perched atop Adora's legs but folding her arms. "I wiped the floor with you like, a million times."