He certainly didn't, but that didn't make him feel better for having bumbled into asking something that was rather rude, all things considered, what with Optimus' inability to change it easily, or at all.

"Yeah, I don't think I helped with the 'lack of danger' part, huh?" Cliffjumper's lopsided smile was slightly guilty, but well. If it hadn't been Optimus, it would have been someone else, and it might be selfish and kind of silly since he might have liked-- tolerated whoever it might have been instead, but he preferred the mech who was standing right there beside him.

"Uh..." The question caught him off-guard, even if he'd just asked that exact thing of Optimus, and he looked around the elevator, optics briefly flashing brightly. "I, er... dunno. Alt-mode racing, perhaps?" While he wasn't built to be fast both in root and altmode, Cliffjumper was very fast in his alt.

"... Or maybe--" He cut himself off with a grimace and an embarrassed shrug, but he would also, perhaps, want something like the half of Optimus' mission before last night. Not that it hadn't been... ah... nice, but he couldn't see, uh. Working with that. Being able to protect others, yeah, but the rest?

Probably nothing he'd ever be good at, nevermind the ease, skill and grace Optimus possessed about it.