Optimus winced, forced to quickly pull his tongue free to avoid frying delicate servomotors as Megatron overloaded.

"...Indeed I do."

He murmured, smug, before slumping slightly as well, though from exhaustion rather than overload. Not that he would have minded, but he still desired his wits properly about him. Still, he smirked against Megatron's frame, pleased by his Highlord's reactions. The confusion was exactly what he wanted.

Megatron would learn he was not to be trifled with, while still being merciful. His 'punishments' were likely nothing like Megatrons.