"You are right, of course." Optimus was turned away, still leading them down the hall, but he hoped that Megatron's expression was properly entertaining at the easy admittance.

"Clearly I will have to conduct more interviews myself, and find more mechs that I know are trustworthy with a position of power over others."

'Large house' also seemed to apply to his private floors as well, and Optimus finally led them to the door he had been seeking. He didn't pause - he'd pinged the other that might be inside long ago, to warn them of the situation so they would not be started by the rather infamous mech that would suddenly be in their midst.

The Prime pushed the doors open, exposing a wide room, decorated in the height of Novian Era elegance. Large lounges, covered with fine metalweave or expensive, imported organic-made cloths dotted the room. Entertainment of various types were sprinkled around, a large holoscreen and a bar the most prominent.

In short, a Consort Hall fit for an orgy of Prime-proportions, and a handful of mechs and femmes were already present when the doors opened.

The extravagance was more than a bit much, and he never would have kept it for himself - but for those he trusted and valued most in the world, it was tolerable.