"Like what? When?" Adora presses on, affronted, though the effect is weakened by the moan Catra draws from her the next moment. "-- You know what, we're gonna, we're gonna circle back to this later." Because she wants to know, but she wants Catra more.

She swats that finger away from her forehead, because there are so many better parts of her it can be touching right now, were Catra to stop being a jerk. Her disgruntlement can't survive long, however, faced with that glint in Catra's eyes-- the kind that promises risk, but excitement too. Adora's never been able to resist, when she looks at her like that.

"Okay," she says, leaning back in with narrowed eyes and bated breath. "Show me."