He just gave Optimus a stare at that, backing up enough - well, as much as was possible at this angle and with a spike still in his valve - to be able to shake his helm and then snorted.

"I still don't have any of my weapons, Optimus, and while I'm sure you've got a similar experience somewhere, it's harder than you think fighting when you're tied together with someone else."

Especially as intricately as they were connected at the moment.

"Why is it still there at all?" The growl was more for emphasis than true anger; he had no reason to be angry at the moment, especially as it was disabled. Growling also let him attempt to hide the faint rev of his engine at the words of 'leaving you under my control'.

He still had an imagine of throwing Optimus down and having his way with him, show his Prime what he could do with his spike as what he could do with his valve - with the interfacing cabling in use, still, he could give that much, but otherwise he preferred control. There was, however, a small part that he usually supressed and ignored that very much liked the idea of Optimus doing the exact same thing to him.

Holding him down, refusing to give any control at all over...