"He is at that. You'll probably witness it first hand when we arrive."

Optimus glanced away from the window, hand on his chin, and grinned, lifting a wry optic ridge.

"...You really think I would claim someone from jail with your sort of record, keep them in my home, programming or not, without a complete background check?"

He shook his head, snorting. He hardly cared if Megatron figured it out now. It was even amusing, and the ship was already shifting, angling down toward the ground in decent.

"Everyone knows where I come from. Is 'evening the playing field', so to speak, disagreeable?"