"I don't need to. But I want to. There is hardly anything wrong with it." Optimus just shrugged and let the rest of it lie. Arguing beliefs and desires with a consort - prisoner - bond to him was bad form.

The Prime made his way back upstairs, working the kinks out of his frame caused by the spar as he went. Megatron was an excellent fighter, and he had his fair share of dings and scrapes to show for it.

He stepped into the consort hall with an easy smile, sliding onto the couch and flopping on his back as he rumbled a greeting and caressed helms affectionately.

Hopefully he could manage a few more good scrapes to round out the day.