"No." Depsite the denial, there was an almost taunting tone, and his optics were narrowed. How far could he go, what could he say until the mech cracked? Or would he actually listen? Megatron didn't believe he would.

Background didn't mean much in the end, it was the spark... an individual's personality, opinions; drive that helped define what you'd do... how you'd react. But he seemed to care a lot about keeping casualties, of any sort as low as possible.

"And anyone runs the risk of dying at any given moment; sacrifices have to be made. They could have stood down---" He twitched as Ratchet slid right in, engine revving in frustration as firewall after firewall and other security measures were easily disabled; it just wasn't a pleasant sensation.

"Hnn." Megatron definitely twitched when the hit on the guard's helm and the mech jerked back none-too-gently dislodged the mech's... finger, apparently. "I don't know. He's innovative at least. But he's going to have to do better than that." Since the second guard was still holding him in place - and he knew he was threading fragile ground - Megatron refrained for turning around and simply gave Optimus an arch look with the sneer in his tone.