"I could probably find something you'd enjoy," Megatron said thoughtfully as he straightened up and wandered off. The place, as always, made him relax, which, while he was still wound tight and would rather have had Orion tell him outright, let Megatron be a bit patient about this.

And coming back and putting down a squat, wide bowl filled with yellow-tinted energon in front of Orion and a somewhat more modest-seeming cube of dark magenta for himself, Megatron grinned at his companion and slumped in the seat in front of him.

There was no rush; he had Orion here, now, so he could be patient and perhaps they'd both end up in the mood. Or at least some sort of mood which wasn't Orion stuck in research.