While the mech had approached and his and Orion's exchange was going on, Megatron had been slowing down, performing the movements with increasingly less speed. The sword was visibly vibrating even so, while it sliced through the air.

There was a slight frown on his faceplates, however, and it was definitely different from the concentration from earlier; Megatron was picking up that something wasn't exactly right.

"Ah, well..." Glancing between Orion and Megatron again, the mech tilted his helm, his expression hovering between concerned and sly. "Whatever he's offered you, I'm sure you could get the Shaw... if not better, elsewhere. Others can give you mental stimulation as well as something more..." Trailing off, the mech chuckled and despite the roundabout words, it was suddenly obvious he didn't mean his concern in a purely rhetorical manner; one hand trailed down Orion's back all the way to his aft, one finger sliding along the gap between hip-joint and crotch.