Optimus could not decide if the situation made it a proper compliment of his skills or an insult to the rest of his non-sexual talents, and settled for focusing on the cube the servant had brought. He drank it quickly, greedy in his hunger and contrasting all the more with his Highlord and his slower approach. But it didn't mean he wasn't listening, and his expression softened at the confession.
"...Well good. You should have good mechs at your back that you can trust. I have some of the same - and no, they are not all consorts, either." Like how he had yet to break the revelation that his 'consort' Jazz was in fact a special operations body guard/spy...if he ever did so at all.
"You're going to need them more than ever once we actually get the Lordship's bureaucracy up and running again." He almost laughed at the mental image of Megatron dealing with a tower of datapad work, before simply shoving it off onto this mystery 'help' mech. He finished off the cube with a pleased vent - he'd needed that.
"I, however, need to get back to work. Do let me know as soon as possible about what this help of yours says."
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Date: 2012-11-06 07:53 am (UTC)Optimus could not decide if the situation made it a proper compliment of his skills or an insult to the rest of his non-sexual talents, and settled for focusing on the cube the servant had brought. He drank it quickly, greedy in his hunger and contrasting all the more with his Highlord and his slower approach. But it didn't mean he wasn't listening, and his expression softened at the confession.
"...Well good. You should have good mechs at your back that you can trust. I have some of the same - and no, they are not all consorts, either." Like how he had yet to break the revelation that his 'consort' Jazz was in fact a special operations body guard/spy...if he ever did so at all.
"You're going to need them more than ever once we actually get the Lordship's bureaucracy up and running again." He almost laughed at the mental image of Megatron dealing with a tower of datapad work, before simply shoving it off onto this mystery 'help' mech. He finished off the cube with a pleased vent - he'd needed that.
"I, however, need to get back to work. Do let me know as soon as possible about what this help of yours says."