It's a bad time to snigger, but Catra can't help it. She has her arms around Adora anyway, so it's not like she can take off in embarrassment.

But the tip of Catra's tail flicks with a thwap against the roof, betraying her uncertainty.

There's not really a problem. Catra's just being stupid. It's just -- she doesn't know, alright, how Adora's going to react once she actually has her hand in Catra's underwear. It's admittedly really weird down there, and she'd even worried she'd gotten herself with her claws the first time she'd gone 'poking around' and felt her fingers covered in something so slick.

"Yeah," she agrees; but it feels kind of hollow, and Catra's teeth close on her lip right after. "Just, uh. It's not gonna be -- whatever you're expecting. It's kinda..."

What's the best word for it? Catra's eyes scrunch, her head tilting as she thinks. She's gotta pick something that's accurate but also not so gross that it changes Adora's mind about doing it.

"...Sticky?"