The frustration and comment merely got a chuckle out of him, and he observed Optimus over the rim of the cube, shifting where he sat as he felt Optimus' leg twitch. His thighs tighened slightly and he shifted again; an idle, could-be unconscious movement that was anything but.
"I apologise for your... treatment, but in this case it was necessary." He shrugged, tilting the cube slightly with the movement but making sure he didn't spill the nearly full container. "If you still want up in a bit, I'll obviously let you up."
Because he hoped to convince Optimus to play along with him, not take by force. Unfortunately, given the indications from yesterday, Megatron didn't believe he could get Optimus to just quietly lie still and trust him to take his time.
He was also aware that maybe he should have waited; his method about this wasn't the best, especially given their situation in general and the newness of it in detail. But there was a faint, pressing sense of now, of necessity which... he'd noticed first now.
... That was curious. Strange, too, and he briefly had the thought to simply untie Optimus and lay it all down, but something stopped him. Both because he still, very personally wanted to do this, and that sense of speedy necessity didn't lighten up.
"But Optimus." Shaking his helm as much at what Optimus had said as to settle the thoughts further back in his processor, putting them on a time-locked queue, Megatron carefully leaned forward. Gently balancing the cube between them so that even if Optimus couldn't see it directly, he'd still feel the edge of it against his chestplates, reminding him that fuel was very close indeed.
"I don't ask for attention. Whether or not you feel up to giving me the sort of attention I want at any given moment, that is, of course, up to you. But I'm not going to ask for it." He spoke slowly, deliberately before he sat up straight again taking a sip from the cube that barely wet his lips and licked the traces of energon away.
Asking was simply not his thing. Others were free to (or not) to deny him, but he didn't ask.
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Date: 2012-11-12 04:56 pm (UTC)"I apologise for your... treatment, but in this case it was necessary." He shrugged, tilting the cube slightly with the movement but making sure he didn't spill the nearly full container. "If you still want up in a bit, I'll obviously let you up."
Because he hoped to convince Optimus to play along with him, not take by force. Unfortunately, given the indications from yesterday, Megatron didn't believe he could get Optimus to just quietly lie still and trust him to take his time.
He was also aware that maybe he should have waited; his method about this wasn't the best, especially given their situation in general and the newness of it in detail. But there was a faint, pressing sense of now, of necessity which... he'd noticed first now.
... That was curious. Strange, too, and he briefly had the thought to simply untie Optimus and lay it all down, but something stopped him. Both because he still, very personally wanted to do this, and that sense of speedy necessity didn't lighten up.
"But Optimus." Shaking his helm as much at what Optimus had said as to settle the thoughts further back in his processor, putting them on a time-locked queue, Megatron carefully leaned forward. Gently balancing the cube between them so that even if Optimus couldn't see it directly, he'd still feel the edge of it against his chestplates, reminding him that fuel was very close indeed.
"I don't ask for attention. Whether or not you feel up to giving me the sort of attention I want at any given moment, that is, of course, up to you. But I'm not going to ask for it." He spoke slowly, deliberately before he sat up straight again taking a sip from the cube that barely wet his lips and licked the traces of energon away.
Asking was simply not his thing. Others were free to (or not) to deny him, but he didn't ask.