"Leave, yes. I have an appointment to keep, unfortunately." Megatron eyed Orion and snatched up one of the passing hands before he could tuck them out of reach or against his chassis, squeezing the fingers.

"Which means this will have to be cut short, but I'm serious, Orion." He raised the hand he'd captured further, leaning down slightly to brush his lips over the metal. "Don't doubt that. And as for your field... If your caretakers weren't careful enough to make sure you knew when that sort of reaction was all right nor not, because it won't always be wrong, they were still careless."

Holding Orion's gaze, he dipped down again, mouthing along the back of the fingers before letting go and straightening up. Hopefully Orion wouldn't take it as a hit-and-run, because while he could have reiterated his interest at a later point, he didn't want it too 'contaminated' by the knowledge Orion now had and would further gain.