He'd certainly have liked to relax more firmly into the afterglow, but really. The cuffs were putting something of a damper on things, well. At least for him. The slow, reluctant "perhaps" got an arch stare back, but thankfully he didn't have to come up with something witty to hurry Optimus up to get everything off.

Frankly, if he'd had to there would have been some difficulty; his Prime had quite 'faced the scathing wittiness out of him, his question for them to be removed nonwithstanding.

A tiny smirk on his faceplates as Optimus worked to get the collar off, Megatron immediately shifted as the collar was pulled off, and then stretched, pulling his arms up above him in a lazy arcing of his back.

That felt good.

"Very generous." The tiny smirk became more of an actual, deep smile as Megatron both pushed and pulled Optimus, making him fall back on the padded platform they were sitting on, and with enough of his frame on it so he could lay down somewhat comfortably.

"Leave them in." Megatron met Optimus' optics briefly, then simply sprawled down on top of his Prime, finding he rather liked the faint feed-back charge and pressure of the cables on the thirteen points of his frame they were plugged into.

Yes, he was fully intending to rest like this.