"...Maybe. If I have to." He smirks, chuckling rustily. Why bother to get up if they were attacked when Megatron could easily smash them flat?

He didn't even bother to try hiding the teasing thought, amused and perfectly willing to taunt the mech who'd just interfaced him into a loose pile of bolts. The question about the programming only rates the raising of a bemused optic ridge.

"...Would you rather I left it running, my Highlord? I assumed this was to be an equal partnership - leaving you under my control would have inherently precluded that."