The only reply to the "I want you to want" comment got a tight, sharp smirk and a slight tilt of his helm. The Prim was attractive, yes, and he deliberated making his kindling interest known, especially considering there were potential gains to get from this, but he had, unfortunately, time.

And if the Prime got all he wanted, whenever he wanted it, the moment he wanted it, without expending some effort? No, that wouldn't do.

"Perhaps from your point of view. Do you know how many injuries could be inflicted on someone unguarded while during interface or in overload? Not that I could currently do many of them." Megatron said with a shrug, let Optimus' hand go to grip the bars in front of his headlights differently as he stood up, hauling the Prime with him, and then...

Since Optimus had been so forthcoming as to withdraw his battlemask after their spar was done, he pulled the mech in with the same movement he'd pulled up on his feet with, and kissed him.

There was nothing gentle about it, but he leaned in, helm angled, and was certainly thorough... as well as slightly charging the surface plating of his tongue, to... literally make the kiss electrifying.

Not just consorts had tricks, after all.

And then he stepped back.

"Come back when you're willing to work for it, Prime." Megatron looked around as he said it, but his frown was quickly smoothed over. The lapse, as he'd been looking for at least his arm cannon, was annoying.

He wondered where they might keep his weapons, if they'd kept them at all.