"Hmmmm." Humming softly in what could have been agreement as much as disagreement, Megatron smiled and waited until they were about to actually get into the building where Orion's apartment was, having let the last stretch of road pass by quietly.

Reaching out to press the call button for the elevator, Megatron carefully didn't look down at Orion.

"Only until you say something about where the treatsies of Boltax should be sorted." Which not even the librarians themselves apparently could agree on, Megatron had noticed quite early on in his self-imposed education. He'd spent enough time at various libraries and archives that he'd gotten to listen in on some rather amusing arguments... and started some himself.

One time, for example he'd made a comment in passing to a group of two professors of some kind and a librarian, stood by listening for a breem, and then left without any of the other three individuals involved having noticed him doing so - or, indeed, probably knew that he was the one who'd uttered the comment that set them off.

They'd still been going at it half a joor later when Megatron left.