"O-kay," Adora enunciates slowly, brow creasing. Of all the concerns she's had -- messing it up, hurting Catra by accident, disappointing her so bad she doesn't want to do this with her anymore -- it never occurred to Adora to worry about it being... sticky.

It's like Catra's afraid Adora won't like it, which is kind of sweet, actually-- oddly comforting in its own way. Enough that one corner of her mouth dares to curl upward as she asks: "Are you getting shy now?"