"Oh, I'm sure I cold move those well enough for you to move. Just perhaps not the rest of me." The Prime chuckled, cables giving a weary wiggle, scraping across their frames.
"But I believe I left it for two reasons. The first being that it is probably a good idea for you to keep it, so you can at stay in character more easily until we decide to reveal ourselves." He gave Megatron a rather wry, crooked grin. "You do have a bit of a temper, Highlord. We need to keep our secret close until the remains of the council can't work up the power to take us out. We need them to underestimate you, to think you helpless. It might help."
He shrugged, logic and calm understanding seeping across. He could tell Megatron wouldn't like it, but he couldn't see how it could be helped. "And secondly, I can't outright delete anything from your processor, and frankly I should not be able to in the first place-"
Optimus' stare went from calm to wicked in a nanoclick. He had little desire for the mental sort of control, but the idea of pinning him down, binding him with his cables, somehow restraining that great brute of a mech and spreading him wide...
Optimus purred, clearly willing to abandon their current line of conversation to give that line of thought more consideration.
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Date: 2012-10-18 07:11 am (UTC)"But I believe I left it for two reasons. The first being that it is probably a good idea for you to keep it, so you can at stay in character more easily until we decide to reveal ourselves." He gave Megatron a rather wry, crooked grin. "You do have a bit of a temper, Highlord. We need to keep our secret close until the remains of the council can't work up the power to take us out. We need them to underestimate you, to think you helpless. It might help."
He shrugged, logic and calm understanding seeping across. He could tell Megatron wouldn't like it, but he couldn't see how it could be helped. "And secondly, I can't outright delete anything from your processor, and frankly I should not be able to in the first place-"
Optimus' stare went from calm to wicked in a nanoclick. He had little desire for the mental sort of control, but the idea of pinning him down, binding him with his cables, somehow restraining that great brute of a mech and spreading him wide...
Optimus purred, clearly willing to abandon their current line of conversation to give that line of thought more consideration.