Well, yes, he did, but Optimus didn't... have to do... that, right? It was hard not to look, however, when he did that little stretch and the words said didn't really make anything easier, really.
Cliffjumper wasn't sure what to do, or where to touch, but finally sat up, even if he unconsciously was pressed into those fingers curling about his back-kibble.
"... Uh. You have?" He wasn't sure if he could... or should, believe that. He knew most found him, ahem, annoying; Arcee and Bumblebee both joked it made for excellent defense against unleasant individuals, but Cliffjumper was no longer sure about that, considering Ratbat.
"An'..." Cliffjumper frowned, the hand that he'd hesitantly reached out to just follow an armour-seam along the nearest thigh paused, half-way down. "Ya know, just 'cause you wouldn't 'find it a displeasure' doesn't mean you'd want to do anythin'." He was not stupid. And he didn't care about not having been ordered or not, he did have some idea of escort programming, and if Cliffjumper wanted to, and said so...
That was enough, wasn't it, for the programming to at least insist? He didn't like that idea. Even if... um. The other thought accompanied with the "escort programming - and experience" brought up half-formed ideas of what the mech peaceably laying flat out on his berth could maybe do--- Which, despite Cliffjumper's suspicious displeasure, brought a faint change in pitch to his engine, again.
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Date: 2012-01-06 01:25 am (UTC)Cliffjumper wasn't sure what to do, or where to touch, but finally sat up, even if he unconsciously was pressed into those fingers curling about his back-kibble.
"... Uh. You have?" He wasn't sure if he could... or should, believe that. He knew most found him, ahem, annoying; Arcee and Bumblebee both joked it made for excellent defense against unleasant individuals, but Cliffjumper was no longer sure about that, considering Ratbat.
"An'..." Cliffjumper frowned, the hand that he'd hesitantly reached out to just follow an armour-seam along the nearest thigh paused, half-way down. "Ya know, just 'cause you wouldn't 'find it a displeasure' doesn't mean you'd want to do anythin'." He was not stupid. And he didn't care about not having been ordered or not, he did have some idea of escort programming, and if Cliffjumper wanted to, and said so...
That was enough, wasn't it, for the programming to at least insist? He didn't like that idea. Even if... um. The other thought accompanied with the "escort programming - and experience" brought up half-formed ideas of what the mech peaceably laying flat out on his berth could maybe do--- Which, despite Cliffjumper's suspicious displeasure, brought a faint change in pitch to his engine, again.