Somehow that reassuring pat is anything but, and Catra's ears drop further. Even the usually enticing curve of Adora's back reads as an insult, the submissive cross of her wrists too confident to actually be so. And then her words cement it; Adora is teasing her, obviously.

Catra is not gentle at all about the placement of her weight on her knees or feet as she stands on Adora's legs, hopping off from her with a disgruntled noise. She does not offer Adora a hand up, nor does she keep within reach; instead padding over the small distance to her abandoned bread, picking it up and tossing it at Adora with a grumpy backwards glance. Take your stupid win, she didn't want it anyway.