Catra can boast all she'd like; she's earned the right to be smug, and Adora will happily feed into it. All the more so if it means Catra'll keep touching her, with that toothy, confident smile that coats her chest with warmth.

"You know me so well," she readily agrees, a slight hitch in her breath at the new attention to her nipples. She quickly adjusts her hands to mimic the movements -- because she's learning, still, and she wants to get this right.

But Catra's next words give her pause, make her sit up a little straighter. "You have?" she asks, brow crinkling. "But you never said anything."