"What?!" Catra balks, immediately. Or -- tries to. Turns out having her arms around Adora means she also can't do anything to hide her knee-jerk embarrassment, even though she isn't shy. The heat rises up her face, darkening the skin under her fur, and there's not a single thing Catra can do about it except deny, deny, deny. Which she does, vigorously. "--No. I'm just trying to tell you what it's like! That's what you wanted, isn't it?"