Again, Optimus was pleasantly (arousingly) surprised at what Megatron was willing to admit to, once given such a seemingly small push. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure he could keep his own restraint intact if he acquiesced, but well... They were making progress.

And Primus below, if Megatron talking like that didn't make his own want come roaring back up to the surface.

"Good to know."

Nearly a dozen clicks sounded simultaneously, all over his frame, immediately followed by the faint rasp of thin metal on metal as every cable sans the ones around his spark emerged from hiding and began to coil about Megatron's frame.

"It does please me, actually. Though perhaps not in the way you might think."

He grinned against the side of Megatron's helm, before hauling him up from the floor and into his lap in one lunging motion.