Megatron laughed, then, and gave the aft he had one hand on a squeeze, lazy and as-you-please, following the armour seams in Orion's back with a pressure that was more massaging than any true intent of trying to arouse the mech.

Just laying here, this close, and that potent field of Orion's right up against his own, pressing down simply because of the heavy charge, was doing wonders to temporarily placate his itch for an interface, however it turned out.

"I think I won't mind giving you reminders, then."