"Having to wait can be a very rewarding experience... from both sides, I'm told." Chuckling, Megatron tilted his helm in Orion's direction as he spoke, not bothering to online his optics, merely enjoying the feel of Orion's sure strokes, the squeeze of his shoulder and the heavy, but restrained, humming flicker of Orion's EM field.

"I would be interested in seeing how you would take care of it, so perhaps I shouldn't stop, hmm?" Not that he could or would do much right now - the symbols and glyphs did need to be painted, he did have some sort of image to uphold, after all!

(More than "some" - Megatron was well-aware of his image and had made sure to cultivate it as it fit both him, and his audience(s).)