That was certainly true, and Megatron wasn't going to be moved at the moment. The hand on Orion's arm tightened suddenly, a lot less gentle than previously. Though the finger against the joint remained surprisingly light on the joint even as the rest threatened to crush thinner metal.

"Stay still!" Snapping, Megatron shifted to lean closer not needing to change his position since he was - even when kneeling - taller than the relatively short Autobot.

"We can do this several ways, Autobot, and you wouldn't like the other possibilities." He paused, bent over Orion, their faces close enough it was like a mockery of a near-kiss. "All of them would include you leaving here alive and functional, however." The index finger splayed over Orion's chest drew a slow, caressing half-circle. The motion was probably threatening in context, but there was sincere promise in what Megatron was saying.