"...That sounds a lot better than 'come and hit me,' you know. But you're right about one thing - my room is the worst place for any sort of fighting."

Trust him, he's tried before. It took weeks to get the energon residue off everything when he and his consorts had the bright idea for a private gelled-energon pit fighting ring. Even if the results had been...quite tasty.

"They were organized and backed by someone. That's all they know," he answered shortly, before turning the questioning right around again.

"If this 'hypothetical help' is actually trustworthy and assists, of course they won't be arrested. ...Unless they are some sort of well know murderer or something."

He paused, frowning intently at his Highlord.

"...Are they a infamous murderer, Megatron?"