The look Optimus got for his snicker was positively smouldering... and not in a pleasant way. Megatron did, however, do as asked, and easily held out his hand for Ratchet when he asked for it.

Ratchet - even if he'd just basically chained him in nearly every concieveable way - was a medic, and Megatron wasn't in the habit of not getting himself repaired when he could. That didn't mean, however, he had to be quiet, and there was an attempt at twitching the, yes, still completely unresponsive fingers of his hand.

The guard really had done a number to his motor control.

"You know, being at the top seems rather foolish... Any half-sparked flyer with an ounce of skill and a cache of bombs could take the top out," Megatron snorted, his tone idle as he eyed Ratchet.