"It's-- it's because you keep distracting me!" Adora shoots back, her blush deepening. She scrambles to rearrange her hands, stroking unevenly over Catra's sides and stomach as she searches for a place to settle, and finally coming to a stop above her breasts. Then she pauses, frowning-- "You know, it's not fair you can pull my shirt up, but I can't do it to you."

And she pokes Catra's tummy, cruelly sealed away under her leotard, to illustrate her point.