"Relax, Adora." Catra puts real effort into not rolling her eyes again, and fails to keep herself from doing it. She's pointedly careful when she grabs the bottom of Adora's shirt with both hands, fingers curling into the fabric to pull it up without accidentally tearing it. And she stops once she's got it to Adora's sternum, just below her breasts, only the slight edge of the grey undershirts they all wear peeking out. "See? You end up like this all the time."

Well. Maybe not quite like this. But Adora's shirt does often hike up a bit when they're grappling, and it's kind of an issue. One that Catra can finally take advantage of, as she presses her palms against Adora to get her to lay back down.