There's a moment of (stunned) silence and then... Well, he couldn't really make it completely unnoticeable when his frame vibrated with the laughter - deep, bassy thrumming that comes easier and sounds more different than what might be expected - that rung out over the commline.
::How much romatic fiction, probably of dubious caliber and content, have you read involving gladiators, Optimus?:: Thoroughly amused, Megatron shook his helm, partly for the need to make the movement physically and not just lace his words with glyphs that would imply a similar expression of emotion, and partly to give some sort of explanation as Ragna obviously had felt his laughter, even through his armoured form.
"I apologise, Senator... this situation's quite... unbelievable." It would have to do, as he indicated the whole room with a tilt of his helm for her benefit. He couldn't tell exactly why the Prime was getting worked up - completely from something else than he was, he could tell, but he was ignoring the fact that he'd called the Prime "Optimus" to him.
Megatron would probably usually have been able to pick up the strains of poessessive jealousy Optimus was displaying merely from experience, but he was quite busy both ignoring and being annoyed by the fact that he was including the Prime - all on his own - into his threat assessment of the situation and the room at large.
No matter how pleasant, up until now, anyway, Optimus had been... why would he care enough to do that?
--
Cozenage had indeed noticed Optimus' heightened agitation, but her answer was a lack of reaction... except for a well-placed, subtle pulse outward of her field; she was a consummate professional, after all.
"It's always... entertaining, to get to use my skills at this level, my Prime," she murmured, not saying yes, but not denying it either. Some would have lied; Cozenage, despite what her name might imply (and had, indeed, been chosen for the irony) preferred not to lie, rather preferring to use her skills in a way that'd circumvent the need for lying.
As the music briefly swelled in a mid-crescendo, the faint noise of transformation was hidden, and as the Prime twirled his partner around and the lighting flashed in time with the music, the faint shockwave going outwards from the wrist Cozenage had resting against Optimus' wheel was expertly hidden.
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Date: 2012-09-18 04:20 pm (UTC)::How much romatic fiction, probably of dubious caliber and content, have you read involving gladiators, Optimus?:: Thoroughly amused, Megatron shook his helm, partly for the need to make the movement physically and not just lace his words with glyphs that would imply a similar expression of emotion, and partly to give some sort of explanation as Ragna obviously had felt his laughter, even through his armoured form.
"I apologise, Senator... this situation's quite... unbelievable." It would have to do, as he indicated the whole room with a tilt of his helm for her benefit. He couldn't tell exactly why the Prime was getting worked up - completely from something else than he was, he could tell, but he was ignoring the fact that he'd called the Prime "Optimus" to him.
Megatron would probably usually have been able to pick up the strains of poessessive jealousy Optimus was displaying merely from experience, but he was quite busy both ignoring and being annoyed by the fact that he was including the Prime - all on his own - into his threat assessment of the situation and the room at large.
No matter how pleasant, up until now, anyway, Optimus had been... why would he care enough to do that?
--
Cozenage had indeed noticed Optimus' heightened agitation, but her answer was a lack of reaction... except for a well-placed, subtle pulse outward of her field; she was a consummate professional, after all.
"It's always... entertaining, to get to use my skills at this level, my Prime," she murmured, not saying yes, but not denying it either. Some would have lied; Cozenage, despite what her name might imply (and had, indeed, been chosen for the irony) preferred not to lie, rather preferring to use her skills in a way that'd circumvent the need for lying.
As the music briefly swelled in a mid-crescendo, the faint noise of transformation was hidden, and as the Prime twirled his partner around and the lighting flashed in time with the music, the faint shockwave going outwards from the wrist Cozenage had resting against Optimus' wheel was expertly hidden.