Optimus hissed, freezing as that hand curled tighter rather than falling away. The sudden energon splash was even worse, and he jerked again as it splattered against his chest plates.

So close, and yet so far. He had to fight the urge to whine piteously.

"I'd rather refuel myself, thank you," he snapped, engine rumbling petulantly as he tilted his helm away from both the cube and spill. It was hard to do; made harder still with Megatron licking the energon away in front of him. "I still don't see why you couldn't have waited for your games. It would have been easier on you."

And on himself. But he wasn't about admit that just yet.

"If this wasn't a 'delicate situation' Ironhide would have tackled you kliks ago."