The continuous encouragement was fostering more security - if not outright boldness - in any case, which made it easier for Cliffjumper's usual 'forge ahead' attitude to establish itself, in some manner at least.

The kiss - simple as it was - had Cliffjumper more definitely leaning into it, one hand braced against Optimus' armour and heel digging in slightly, though the next question had him immediately glancing away and down.

It was - frankly - slightly strange to have a mech as large as Optimus appearing smaller by keeping himself rather flat and low on the berth... On the other hand, it was kind of nice to not - immediately, at least - feel crowded.

What did he want?

A quick, frowning glance was throw over the red, white and blue frame, and Cliffjumper reached out a hand to slide a finger down a windshield before he drew back. Touching him? Well, yes... But at the same time...

Almost inexorably, Cliffjumper's glance dropped down to one of those hands, and the thought back to how they'd been - innocently, in the pursuit of his protection - quite a bit all over him a joor or so back.

That, again..?

"Second? I... dunno really."