For some reason the comment made him feel self-concious, and Cliffjumper levied a bright-opticked, distracted glare at the mech who was teasing white-hot charge down circuits from his horns in a way he'd been vaguely aware could be done, but not sure how to actually get himself revved up enough for that level of immediate arousal.

ANything he might have said, in protest, embarrassment or just snark, however, was silenced by another moan as the spiralling touch set his sensornet alive, charge seemingly echoing the spiral through his frame and down to the circuitry inside around the spark chamber, and Cliffjumper hissed, fingers digging into the nearest bits of plating to get something else than the roaring tingle sitting heavily along the wiring.

Pushing into the hand hard enough to - accidentally, really - set Optimus' finger scraping over the side of the horn, Cliffjumper froze as that energy suddenly crested, held, and slammed down, enveloping all parts in a rush of more than just charge and power.

He probably looked quite surprised when the overload hit; he hadn't even intended anything to happen... well, that wasn't true, but he hadn't been ready for it either, really. Cliffjumper's optics flickered as they reset, and while he looked up at Optimus' face and was aware of what he was looking at, Cliffjumper probably looked a bit dazed, still.