His frame pleasantly vibrating with those ever-deeping rumbles, Cliffjumper did his best to draw more of that out by rythmically squeezing the audials, a lot more relaxed now after the overload... and more sure since the first time they'd done this.

All of that, however, disappeared with a surely near-audible pop as the minibot froze at the litany of words, especially... as Optimus came to the last one and the tone it was said in.

"Wha---! Er... You---" The attempts at speaking disappeared into sputtered static and he nearly attempted to squirm out of Optimus' grip again (not made any easier by that hand on his hip), more sputtering slipping out as he hesitantly gave another tug on both audials, distracted from any true yank by the incredulous heat flashing though his circuits and being dumped through surface gaps.

He hadn't just said that. Said it like that.