"...Who says I'm waiting around for that?" Optimus blinked, though his smile did not vanish entirely so he wasn't as surprised as he might have sounded.

"Integrating a consort into your home is a tricky thing, especially given our unique situation. I don't take." He huffed through his vents, rolling his optics. Idly, he poked at some of the read-through piles of datachips.

"I was simply coming to find out if you wanted to have that spar any time soon. I have an open slot in my schedule. ...Chromite and Calidrum's works are so dry. I don't see how you managed to slog through them." The last was murmured in an undertone as the Prime flicked one of said datachips toward the large mech, pinging it off his arm.