"Thank you..." Springarm ducked his helm at the praise, though if the little rumbles coming from his swift engine were any indication, he certainly wasn't entirely displeased with the attention. Optimus himself leaned into the contact, one hand going to play with Vibe's skilled fingertips, while the other stroked down the back of Springarm's neck.

::...Good to hear. Very good.:: He vented in relief. Even with the power he had over the mech, if he should ever reciprocate it would not be complete coercion. ::I had not heard about that-::

He started, only for Megatron's yell to snap him out of his thoughts. Springarm and Ratchet both jumped, and Optimus was hard-pressed not to pull out his rifle.

"...Problem?"