"I would have to be smarter than you assu-" he started, only to cut himself off with a groan as Megatron writhed down on him...only to stop. He gave the mech an incredulous look, engine rumbling plaintively, before shaking his head and getting himself back on track.

Primus, what a tease.

"Yes, yes. I yield. It is good to have a hypothetical assist if I ever loose my processor. Now, if you're not planning on doing anything, get off me." He laughed, engine purring stubbornly. He was going to have to jump one of his dear consorts when he returned.

...Maybe all of them. If Megatron didn't want him, he could certainly convince at least one of them to frag him senseless.