"If you want me to." Optimus purred, pressing close in an affectionate nuzzle, lips briefly passing over his nasal ridge. Shifting to better brace both himself and the minibot, he ran a soothing hand up and down the back of Cliffjumper's helm, drawing the mech close against his frame.

"I'm sure they're quite nice."

Engine rumbling between them, he gently slid a fingertip up the back of the closest horn, watching Cliffjumper for his reaction.