Optimus just got an incredulous stare at the "dealing with that soon enough" comment, because how? It wasn't as if it could be removed. At least not as far as Megatron knew. There were medics in the gladiator arenas who had tried, and he had a distinct, if faint, impression that whoever had helped repair him and done whatever else, had tried the same thing.

It had hurt.

And he'd already had a taste of it, right out of the elevator, though admittedly he'd still had some control left, even after Optimus had tied him up. Now, though? Now he certainly didn't and it didn't just make him angry (at the situation, at his need to be in control), but also unsure of what he was even supposed to do.

"... No that's obvious---" Optics widening in surprise and incredulity as he was suddenly hauled up and...

And...

"Optimus! I wasn't serious yesterday!" Megatron outright bellowed, accompanied by a near-roaring rev of his engine before he clamped down on both engine and vocals, optics narrowing and gritting his teeth.

He couldn't believe---

And he couldn't quite keep from briefly widening his optics before they narrowed again as the first flat-handed hit landed, the noise reverberating through his frame.