Adora's face falls as Catra lifts clean off her, and even the offering of bread isn't enough to pick her spirits up. She sets it aside for now, crawling after her sullen girlfriend on her hands and knees. "Catraaaa."

"I really meant it! Why are you mad? Am I that bad at being seductive?" She wraps her arms around Catra's leg to anchor her in place, pleading up at her with big, rueful eyes. "Don't be mad at me."