At least Orion's sudden wariness allowed him to collect himself and give him a small, slightly sharp smile, optics dimming a little.

"Whatever you would want to," he said, then paused and cocked his helm, "or whatever you would feel all right with doing." Megatron shrugged, nonchalant and serious in one, even as he gently scraped the tip of his foot along Orion's, changing the motion a little.