"Keeping people on their toes also reduces the security risks."

Optimus chuckled, shrugging carelessly as he glanced out the windows at the following transports.

"If they don't know you're coming, they don't have time to plan the assassination ...or hide the bodies." His grin turned rather feral at the idea. It had only been a petty whim that he had changed his schedule the first time, leaving his first, annoying aid sputtering back in the tower. Optimus ended up walking in on two high-ranking officials debating discrete 'disposal' services over the body of a reporter-mech.

Even more surprising was the pulse of encouragement he could feel, deep inside his chest afterward, increasingly often when he went with his gut reaction and skipped out on his schedule, or changed times and locations on more than one chagrined senator.

"And my much-abused detail didn't have much choice, I'm afraid. I told them I was running off again, with or without them, and they had two kliks to get in formation or be left behind. I'm sure Ironhide will attempt to roar my audios into malfunctioning once we arrive."

He didn't seem insulted at the idea. Far from it.