For Optimus sake, Megatron pretended not to see that scrutiny. He was not created yesterday, and could definitely recognize someone checking him out in an appreciative way. He was attractive, of course. He'd been made to be so after that accident... Though his face was still his own, which was a relief.
Either way...
"Ah. I suppose that means I won't be able to convince you to spar with me, then?" Megatron smirked and he knew that wasn't the best reaction, considering what had just happened even if that had been a shell-program. But wallowing in the reality that he could still, possibly at any given moment, be controlled like a remote-controlled drone?
Was neither pleasant, or nor anything Megatron was laid towards.
Catching the tossed handheld easily, Megatron's optics flickered briefly, and he cocked his helm at the Prime, eyeing him in mild curiosity.
"Considering I'm not going to be able to leave here without either you, or, I assume at least one or a full contigence of guards making sure I don't do anything stupid despite the consort programming... I'm surprised you're bothering."
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Either way...
"Ah. I suppose that means I won't be able to convince you to spar with me, then?" Megatron smirked and he knew that wasn't the best reaction, considering what had just happened even if that had been a shell-program. But wallowing in the reality that he could still, possibly at any given moment, be controlled like a remote-controlled drone?
Was neither pleasant, or nor anything Megatron was laid towards.
Catching the tossed handheld easily, Megatron's optics flickered briefly, and he cocked his helm at the Prime, eyeing him in mild curiosity.
"Considering I'm not going to be able to leave here without either you, or, I assume at least one or a full contigence of guards making sure I don't do anything stupid despite the consort programming... I'm surprised you're bothering."