Orion's jaw clicked shut at Megatron's simple confession, processor whirling as he tried to think through the implications.

Well. Maybe only some of the implications. The idea of Megatron taking orders from that crass, sorry excuse for a mech made him feel sick inside. But the idea of Megatron, huge arena champion that he was, taking orders at all, willingly...

Orion was eagerly willing to blame his sudden shiver on disgust.

"So...It really is some sort of, ah, interfacing. Preference?" He asked haltingly, engine giving an embarrassed huff.