"Duh." Adora's hand on Catra's face is no problem at all, and she opens her mouth to quickly bite at it; holding the side of Adora's palm victoriously between her teeth, tail flicking and ears twitching like they do when she's just caught something. Catra has way too much experience talking like this, the mouthful barely impeding her as she tilts her head, raises her eyebrows, lips and tongue pressing around Adora's skin with every formed word: "Even you'd notice if I did that."

Normally she'd release Adora's hand now, and lick a slobbery streak across it to gross her out. But a new way of messing with Adora has literally just been unlocked, and it wouldn't be right if Catra didn't abuse it straight away. She still licks her, but it's a slow drag with the tip of her tongue along the side of Adora's hand, flicking up to follow the curve of muscle into her palm. Mischief glittering in her eyes while she mimics what she'd just done in Adora's mouth.

(Which is still a weird concept to think about. Catra's just gonna not dwell on it.)