Knees falling open as he relaxed and splayed his fingertips onto the outer surface of his spark, pushing inwards enough to cause a flare of tendrils out around his hand and a pulse that he could feel through his whole frame, causing a small jerk, Megatron at first merely smirked at the reply given.

Helm tilting as he let up for a moment on the pressure and scraped along the circuits instead, remaining still despite the rising heat, the charge that wanted to jerk and pull at circuits and cables, Megatron shrugged.

"Temporarily, yes. Some things need to be sacrificed, and I hardly deny anyone their existence... In that case I'd have killed every single one on the planet already. There's a reason for all of it, but it's hard to get to the Council without tearing up the rest of Cybertron," he said with a rumble, voice dropping and optics flickering, dimming and then flaring stronger as the heel of his hand pushed against the core of his spark, resistant under the metal.

He was watching the chained down mech closely through narrow optics, very much amused and enjoying his attempts to not look, the tension flickering over his frame... Megatron wasn't really an exhibitionist, he didn't truly get anything out of driving himself to overload while someone watched...

But he did like the attention of being watched, in whichever situation, the reactions of an audience helpless to his actions. It was gratifying.