Great, she's on board. And Catra admittedly does sigh a little, her chest unexpectedly warm, when Adora eases into it.

Now comes time for the guesswork. Sometimes the soldiers have to wipe their mouths afterwards, and sometimes their mouths are still open and panting, and it doesn't take a genius to extrapolate what that means.

Adora normally complains whenever Catra licks her, but she didn't seem too upset about it last night. So Catra is confident when she parts her lips on Adora's, enough to drag the tip of her tongue along the closed seam of hers. She's got this stuff all figured out.