"Yes, you did! You're very intimidating, Catra." Adora reassuringly pats the most easily accessible of Catra, which in their current position happens to be her knee. She really wishes she hadn't pulled back, aches for Catra's warmth against her stomach and chest already. But it's going to take a deliberate effort to stop teasing her when she's so adorably grouchy.

"... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it," Adora offers after a beat, this time sincere. Her purple-tinted lip sticks out in a pout as she lays both arms down on the grass, wrists crossed above her head. Her back arches subtly, pushing her chest out just so; offering herself up, malleable and willing.

"Have your way with me, please?"