"I can tell when someone's getting worked up, so do yourself a favour and don't act surprised." There was a threatening rumble underlying Megatron's words, but he didn't exactly snap. He was still relaxed enough the percieved coyness wasn't lethally annoying.

And besides, he could certainly appreciate what little strength the mech could put into fighting the chains, glancing down to note the colour and intensity of the chains as Orion strained backwards.

Engine thrumming softly, Megatron didn't bother with catching Orion's chin again and rather curled one hand around an upper arm, smallest finger resting against the partly bared elbow joint and subtly pressing it inwards.

The other hand, the one which had offended by tilting Orion's chin back was spread over the prisoner's chestplates, too-hot and even vibrating slightly. Though from Megatron's expression one couldn't guess he'd done anything to enhance the touch on the less-armoured frame, his narrowed stare nearly blank.

Underneath that, however, and threathening to surface, was both amusement and a predatory urge to make sure he got what he wanted. Right now, what he wanted had nothing to do with death or pain in particular.