"Cruel," he said, voice low and with a smile on his lips, taking another sip from his drink, "and you trying means more than you think. You're managing very well, you know... and you rise up to the occasion usually better than I could've dreamed."

His smile widening into a smirk, Megatron was all too pleased to note the slow blooming of Orion's field. It soothed against his, unintentionally pushing, and he shifted his own back in response, not even noticing when he relaxed a little.

Even if the evening didn't go further than this, Megatron might not mind, despite his vague plans.