Optimus nodded, mouth opening to reply even as he was severely distracted by his conversation with Megatron.

::Romantic fiction?:: He sputtered at the insinuation. ::Is that what you think-::

And then he abruptly fell silent, as though too angry to speak...when in reality his communications were knocked offline as the rest of his frame went slack in Cozenage's arms.

Only his optics, hidden in the crook of her neck, stayed online- wide and shocked with the realization. Betrayal?! In the middle of the dance hall!?