"From which angle?" Megatron did his best not to smirk knowingly, merely tilted his helm in inquiry.

"Since the other half involves those who enjoy taking the lead, to care for the mech kneeling by their feet, when given permission." Treads shifting in their housings, Megatron looked up and out the window, optics sharp.

"Maul is an example of what not to do; he didn't respect my refusal. Up until that, he was... a good dominant. Good enough I missed some signs, as he did not just have the force of presence but also knew how far to push." At least he'd seemed to, since from this side it was obvious Maul was... not as considerate as he'd seemed.

Optics flickering, Megatron looked back at Orion with a shrug. He'd gotten a bit off-track.