Optimus had not even fully discarded the empty cube when Megatron made his move.

Avoidance. Anger. Resistance. Sullen acceptance. Even guilt. That is what he expected from Megatron in this. Optimus had not counted on being out maneuvered, even for a moment. He'd bound the mech for a reason, after all.

So the willful, purposeful approach caught him fully off-guard, and the used cube field dispersed with a pop as he clenched his fist in surprise, jerking in his seat.

...Underestimating his chosen Highlord was clearly a stupid thing to do.

"...Hhhnn. What? Still hungry?"

It was a weak taunt, coming from someone who's vents suddenly shuddering to roaring life.