Orion jerked against the heavy grasp of the huge hand, startled and repulsed by the heady jolt that shot through his arm at the touch to his unarmored joint.

No.

"I'll- be surprised if I damn well please- get off of me!"

The touch over his chest, over his spark, tellingly warm from the 'show' - that brought out true fear. He couldn't lean back any further, but that didn't stop him from trying anyway, optics opened to their widest aperture in sick fear. He shook himself, distantly aware he'd sooner do more damage to the floor and himself than shake the war-mech's touch away if he didn't want to be moved.