Optimus went briefly limp when Megatron finally got off of him; not because he'd thought he'd somehow won, but because he desperately needed to regain his strength. Though the tension coiled around his servos never left, he was weakened by his hunger - gaze automatically snapping to the cubes. He clenched his jaw, optics flaring bright with rage, engine rumbling in impotent protest.

"'Indications'? I don't see any possible requirement that would necessitate you attacking me." He hissed, nearly spitting the words, the glow of the stasis cuffs increasing as he automatically tensed up to fight once more as Megatron settled himself on top.

"...What." He glare turned incredulous. However nice he looked, the anger from his position wasn't going anywhere just yet.

"Do you really think I care about that right now? Get off!"