Bolder still, considering that no matter the Prime's background he was now most assuredly the Prime, and treating the Prime the same way one would an actual Escort-caste mech? Not exactly acceptable.

The way it was phrased, Megatron did his best to keep himself under control and to not laugh. No, he would not laugh. Not even chuckle. Because no matter the... good behaviour he might keep (he was still uncertain exactly how much would be required, and perhaps he should have paid attention to the routines and plays about the court of the Prime when conducting his research) he did not intend to stay put long enough for it to matter.

While the aide did as told, the guards released the magnectic locks holding Megatron to the floor, though there was clear, suspicious apprehension in their movements. He might have his hands cuffed behind his back, and he might have been desprived of his three cannons... that did not mean he was not dangerous.

But all Megatron did was get up under his own power, not fighting the hands on him and eyeing the approaching Prime with a narrow stare. For all his - partially meant - oogling, this wasn't... a situation he was used to. From either side of the position, as he'd usually kept to gladiators when he got that position.