He'd heard enough to fulfill all his opinions of the upper echelons of society and more than that, though, admittedly, also some elegant sidesteps such as those used by the Prime. Either by mechs and femmes who were of the same opinion as Optimus, or just a lot more careful than these other ones to speak their mind.
He didn't really - at all - have the patience for the political and etiquette minefield this thing was; it grated, and he knew he'd mistepped more than once so far. Which just frustrated him more.
Presently, however, there were no "important" individuals in the crowd around him, though Megatron didn't make the mistake of assuming they didn't have pull with the respective senators, nobles and such that they were accompanying.
In a way, in certain matters, these were the most dangerous. He knew at least one of the lithe companions was an escort to one of... either a noble or a senator that currently was standing by Optimus.
::I don't have much of a preference,:: Megatron muttered over the private line, and while he couldn't exactly manage a pleasant surface smile, his neutral, slightly closed-of expression and intense optic glow was probably at least part of why the crowd was right there.
It was only partly a lie; he didn't have any preference in frame design, but, both as a miner and as a gladiator, he didn't really hold fascination with those not possessing the physical strength to either match him... or outmatch him.
::How many of these are really interested, and only here because of my current position? I can tell at least one of them is scared enough to nearly glitch as soon as I glance at her.:: He didn't smirk, even if his tone implied he was close to doing so, and ironically, the femme was a small, so deep blue she was nearly black little hoverbike femme by his right arm and she seemed at ease - smug, even - by the comparatively large hand against her side and over her hip, but as soon as Megatron's red gaze angled sideways even close to her own, she couldn't exactly hide the wince.
::And I do know how to entertain a group wanting attention.:: He'd been a champion for a good while, and popular before that, but he preferred the usually straight-forward attention-seeking (and sometimes more intimate than that) fans back then to this.
He didn't know enough to know what they wanted, which made it all seem like a threat. Which, amusingly or not, included nearly all of the individuals close to the Prime as well, which he didn't understand and was, frankly, an annoyance.
He had enough trying to not let combat programming assess everything around him as a threat to not include Optimus as well, for whatever reason.
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He didn't really - at all - have the patience for the political and etiquette minefield this thing was; it grated, and he knew he'd mistepped more than once so far. Which just frustrated him more.
Presently, however, there were no "important" individuals in the crowd around him, though Megatron didn't make the mistake of assuming they didn't have pull with the respective senators, nobles and such that they were accompanying.
In a way, in certain matters, these were the most dangerous. He knew at least one of the lithe companions was an escort to one of... either a noble or a senator that currently was standing by Optimus.
::I don't have much of a preference,:: Megatron muttered over the private line, and while he couldn't exactly manage a pleasant surface smile, his neutral, slightly closed-of expression and intense optic glow was probably at least part of why the crowd was right there.
It was only partly a lie; he didn't have any preference in frame design, but, both as a miner and as a gladiator, he didn't really hold fascination with those not possessing the physical strength to either match him... or outmatch him.
::How many of these are really interested, and only here because of my current position? I can tell at least one of them is scared enough to nearly glitch as soon as I glance at her.:: He didn't smirk, even if his tone implied he was close to doing so, and ironically, the femme was a small, so deep blue she was nearly black little hoverbike femme by his right arm and she seemed at ease - smug, even - by the comparatively large hand against her side and over her hip, but as soon as Megatron's red gaze angled sideways even close to her own, she couldn't exactly hide the wince.
::And I do know how to entertain a group wanting attention.:: He'd been a champion for a good while, and popular before that, but he preferred the usually straight-forward attention-seeking (and sometimes more intimate than that) fans back then to this.
He didn't know enough to know what they wanted, which made it all seem like a threat. Which, amusingly or not, included nearly all of the individuals close to the Prime as well, which he didn't understand and was, frankly, an annoyance.
He had enough trying to not let combat programming assess everything around him as a threat to not include Optimus as well, for whatever reason.