"Trust? With this?" He tossed a hand toward the discarded status cuffs and gag.
"That is not how you turn interfacing into a trust-building exercise." He stopped just shy of reemphasizing the fact that he would know from experience, but the implication was fairly obvious.
"...The Key needs some proper lessons as well." He grumbled, shifting back away from Megatron so he could stagger to his feet. His fuel levels were at critical, his frame ached, and his entire interfacing panel was sore (if in a pleasant way).
Which was beside the point. He wanted to hold on to his anger, not allow it to be soothed away by post-interfacing euphoria.
"The only real impression I got from that is that you're willing to tie me up to get to your way. Tell the key it did a slagging good job at that master plan!"
...oops
"Trust? With this?" He tossed a hand toward the discarded status cuffs and gag.
"That is not how you turn interfacing into a trust-building exercise." He stopped just shy of reemphasizing the fact that he would know from experience, but the implication was fairly obvious.
"...The Key needs some proper lessons as well." He grumbled, shifting back away from Megatron so he could stagger to his feet. His fuel levels were at critical, his frame ached, and his entire interfacing panel was sore (if in a pleasant way).
Which was beside the point. He wanted to hold on to his anger, not allow it to be soothed away by post-interfacing euphoria.
"The only real impression I got from that is that you're willing to tie me up to get to your way. Tell the key it did a slagging good job at that master plan!"
He was so done.