"It was a horrid cacophony that didn't die down until the entire neighborhood started complaining," Orion agreed, though their current sounds were quite pleasant to the audial. Megatron's footsteps, though they rang deep, were unexpectedly in tune with his own, more bell-like ringing.

That that it stopped him from raising a half-challenging optic ridge.

"And what does that mean?" He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. "My voice hardly makes my frame inconsequential."