Palming Megatron's shoulder into a more easily-accessed position, Orion started painting the second emblem.

"Trying to goad me, perhaps. Or stir up something that has to wait until after your match?"

Orion paused long enough to give the side of Megatron's helm a teasing, single-fingered flick that clanged dully. Smirking, he resumed painting immediately, cheekily precluding any retaliation as it might mess up his work.