Adora would've liked to say something smug back, point out how Catra sure talks big for someone who's got just the same experience as her -- but with her hand held captive between Catra's teeth and her predator gaze pinning hers, words aren't coming easy. Catra's tongue feels different when it's all slow and deliberate like that, and Adora's fingertips twitch with the sensation. She never even knew her palm could be this sensitive-- but Catra's been giving her a lot of those revelations, lately.

"--So that's how it's gonna be?" She finds her voice, finally, narrowing her eyes down at Catra in a challenge. "We're just licking each other everywhere, now?"

Because she can do that. And to prove it, she bows her head down, and drags her tongue across the pink inner of Catra's ear.