"Oh yes, because not 'doing anything you wanted' makes this entire situation so much better!" Optimus snapped after Megatron, engine rumbling weakly. It was easier to let him go, though. He didn't have the strength for a confrontation right now.

Wearily, he slumped off toward his own private berth-room...but not before scooping up those confounded cuffs and gag, storing them safely away in his own subspace.

He had no intentions of ending up in a similar situation yet again. Not without his full, eager consent, at least. Which currently, he had no intentions of giving any time in the foreseeable future.