Leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms, Megatron frowned as he stared at the group on the large couch. He couldn't care less about the easy show of affection; whether or not the Prime was being sincere or not, there was no reason for shame.

One of the few short times before he actually became a gladiator that Megatron remembered with some sort of fondness was being included - merely as a safety measure, at first - in an older miner's informal harem, after all, and that mech hadn't been sparing with his affection.

"They were very cute." Vibes said with a soft, nearly giggling laugh, which didn't really answer the question, but they had both been so very awkward and it had been adorable, so she could say nothing else.

::... Keep you in line? Optimus, what do you even think you will do, or are capable of doing?:: Elita managed to keep her frown from her faceplates, grinning with Vibes even as she let her incredulous disapprobal and slight confusion seep through her voice over the comms.

Optimus was... Well, he was Optimus. What what he even afraid he would do?