"It was quite nice. And you have a lovely voice, Springarm." Vibes grinned and her tone implied she would also, very much, want a re-enactment. "I did have a nice view of both of them while we played, so if you wanted, Optimus..."

Considering their conversation, it wasn't strange at all for Vibes to reach out and squeeze the nearest bit of plating as Optimus voiced his concern over the comms, while Elita just curled up closer.

::... You're probably relieved to know then that Sentinel Prime got rid of a particular code in that programming that would have required any individual stuck with that programming to interface and, if not spark-merge, share hard-line connection with the Prime.:: Magnus said quietly, even as he was seemingly relaxed back against the large couch, one hand stretched out to gently and occasionally set Springarm's upper wheel slowly spinning.

::To prevent any plans to be made by the convict-consort, or something. But, Optimus. Everyone falters, and I have full trust in that you'd stop if you notice that's happening. You might also want to consider what you'll do if you... falter, and he reciprocates interest... or he initiates it.:: Magnus didn't look away from the etchings on the ceiling that he was following with his optics, even if he clearly was paying attention to Megatron too... Somehow.

::He does not seem like the type of mech who would give in to expectations, even if he's disadvantaged... Unless he though it'd give him somethi--::

"Enough!" Megatron snapped, loud enough it was nearly a restrained roar as he yanked his leg back just as Ratchet was finished and stood up, optics once again roving the available space before he pivoted on his feet and went to give the place a more throrough once-over.