Optimus grinned, and for a moment he lingered, as though he was giving serious thought to whether or not he wanted to move.

Which he didn't particularly want to, no, but they had much to discuss...and it wouldn't do to further frag up what was apparently supposed to be a divinely-chosen cohort of leadership. Throwing a leg over Megatron's prone frame, Optimus hopped back down - though not without giving the mech's chest plating a parting poke.

"For once I agree with you on both counts. The collective Noble class is going to strip their cog threading when hey hear of this." He laughed softly, unable to really feel concerned. It was about time they had something hit them back in the face.

"But no, I'm not impaired. Just tired. So ask your questions. I might actually have answers now." He waved a hand out, mock-loftily.