And here, then, while this wasn't the single reason Cozenage had somehow managed to insinuate herself into this spot, was nonetheless the reason for it; Optimus may be large and armoured, but she was strong, tall and armoured enough not to make the slightly slumped position too suspicious.
Not that she'd need long anyway, as she slid the hand she'd had at his side, hidden by the bulk of his frame, up against his chestplates. Thick or not, the slow, gentle slide of the vibro needles extending from her fingers were obvious against his chestplates, and would be able to penetrate the armour.
::Shh. It'll be over in a moment.:: Not that Optimus could answer, and that might have been rubbing raw circuits with the wrong current. The obvious, slightly dreamy smile of Cozenage's faceplates would for anyone watching merely be interpreteed as very logical excitement - even for a professional Escort, spending time personally with someone like the Prime wasn't a small thing - where it was for another reason entirely and a glance was exchanged with four other Escorts now suspiciously close and arranged around the Prime as the dance went on.
Suspicious, if you knew anything was going on.
--
There was another chuckle over the commline as Optimus supttered, and Megatron would have said something (most probably questioning if the Prime was going to deny it), when he realised the last few astroseconds hadn't just been quiet, but dead.
The sort of radio silence from a cut-off commlink, not just offended silence. Optics narrowing and engine dropping in pitch and energon flowing into certain reservoirs already, despite there being no actual reason for it...
Except maybe there was.
Because he didn't think Optimus was quite that easily offended, and even if he were he'd ben arguing back, not cutting the commlink like a huffy protoform thinking it had been given the most deadly of insults.
At the next twirling turn - and while he wasn't an expert on dancing, he could tell Ragna Major was a natural at leading - he cast a glance over at Optimus.
That barely-second was all Megatron needed for both his concious part and a part he wasn't even fully aware of as present, supressed by the shell programming as it... had been, to make a decision over what was going on.
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Not that she'd need long anyway, as she slid the hand she'd had at his side, hidden by the bulk of his frame, up against his chestplates. Thick or not, the slow, gentle slide of the vibro needles extending from her fingers were obvious against his chestplates, and would be able to penetrate the armour.
::Shh. It'll be over in a moment.:: Not that Optimus could answer, and that might have been rubbing raw circuits with the wrong current. The obvious, slightly dreamy smile of Cozenage's faceplates would for anyone watching merely be interpreteed as very logical excitement - even for a professional Escort, spending time personally with someone like the Prime wasn't a small thing - where it was for another reason entirely and a glance was exchanged with four other Escorts now suspiciously close and arranged around the Prime as the dance went on.
Suspicious, if you knew anything was going on.
--
There was another chuckle over the commline as Optimus supttered, and Megatron would have said something (most probably questioning if the Prime was going to deny it), when he realised the last few astroseconds hadn't just been quiet, but dead.
The sort of radio silence from a cut-off commlink, not just offended silence. Optics narrowing and engine dropping in pitch and energon flowing into certain reservoirs already, despite there being no actual reason for it...
Except maybe there was.
Because he didn't think Optimus was quite that easily offended, and even if he were he'd ben arguing back, not cutting the commlink like a huffy protoform thinking it had been given the most deadly of insults.
At the next twirling turn - and while he wasn't an expert on dancing, he could tell Ragna Major was a natural at leading - he cast a glance over at Optimus.
That barely-second was all Megatron needed for both his concious part and a part he wasn't even fully aware of as present, supressed by the shell programming as it... had been, to make a decision over what was going on.