Catra's not convinced, but the arch of Adora's back certainly does a lot to sell it. At the end of the day she is young, dumb, and full of hormones - and her eyes drop immediately to Adora's raised chest, her ears perking right back up.

There are, after all, way better things she could be doing than being grumpy right now.

"Fine," she drawls, like she's doing Adora a favour by moving Adora's wrists to pin them down against the roof. Catra uses her weight to secure them as she presses herself onto one knee and slides the other over Adora's thigh, straddling her leg again. Just the action makes her spark with heat, the memory of Adora's body tensing and shuddering beneath hers still vivid in her mind. Is it going to be like this every time she pins Adora now? Catra can probably live with that. "Try anything like that again and I'm calling this whole thing off."