"Short-term? Yes." Megatron just smiled, too sharply, too much teeth, at the disgust on that too-soft, too-open face. There wasn't just didgust here, but the disgust itself was as amusing as anything else.

There was more to it than that, of course, but he doubted this whelp would pick up on what he was actually saying, what his choice of words were implying... Which, frankly, just made it all the better.

Shifting his hand to almost "clutch" at his own spark, twisting in a short, jerking motion, Megatron was momentarily not really in a position to continue speaking, his hand shivering minutely as uncontrolled charge from spark and the circuitry around it both lashed up the fine workings of his hand, helm falling back and optics flashing.

Almost.

Energy thrumming through him, he dug a foot into the floor, denting it as his spark flared again, swirling around and against the touch, the sensation partly physical, partly not, and threading fire outwards along his limbs.

"There were warnings, there were reasons given... Those who are---nnh... standing in the way now have chosen to do so despite that." Not that there hadn't been civilian casualties; he wouldn't deny that.

Sacrifices, points made.

The Council, as part of what he wanted to do, would learn its folly, that they couldn't deal with the figurative minions of Unicron and stand unopposed.