Catra starts a laugh, embarrassment quelled just like that. If she's honest - which, right now, apparently she is - she does love that dumb goofy smile, and she leans up so she can nip playfully at it, her tail batting against Adora's leg. The massage at her ear feels great, of course, tingling all the way through her like it does; and Catra squeezes her hand around Adora's in encouragement in case the pleased purr rumbling in her chest doesn't do it well enough.

"Dummy," she murmurs, pressing the tips of her fingers into Adora's to urge a firmer touch. It's so familiar, now that Adora's doing it; feels just like Catra remembers from the days before she'd left, her ear flicking in uneven patterns against Adora's hand, when Catra would pretend to allow it only for Adora's sake. She hasn't let anyone else touch her like this since then, not only because of how boneless and content she gets after a few minutes, but because it's just -- it's always been something special between them, a part of her that's always been for Adora only. It's such an exercise of trust, and how could she ever trust anybody else as much as she trusted her? "You don't have to be so soft."