Adora huffs, though the smirk on her lips persists. All she really wants right now is to close the distance between their mouths and taste Catra on her tongue again, but she can abstain for a moment, if it means paying Catra back.

"Alright, suit yourself," she coolly retorts, and leans back-- only to send a spray of pond water up into Catra's face with a broad flick of one arm.