"Dubious at best." Optimus snorted. giving Magnus a nod. He'd never thought he'd be using their old codes again, in the tower of his own Primacy at that.

"A set of cuffs and electro-gag from my own stash, and he was well-set, thanks to my own hesitance at calling the guards for...various reasons."

Reasons they could probably guess. "Megatron seemed to be under the impression that he had to. To get me past...certain old irritations in the berth that might interfere with our unique arrangement."

More than anyone else, Optimus confided in his two oldest friends.

If anyone would already know of his Highlord, it would be them.