The smile that slid over Megatron's faceplate at that wasn't mocking, merely sharp, and he reached out to briefly squeeze Orion's shoulder. In some things, the mech was very... ah, innocent. And not just because he was unfamiliar with the ins and outs of this particular topic.

"I don't meant losing focus as in letting your thoughts wander. Domming, Orion, requires you keep the submissive's comfort and limits in mind at all times. If you at any point forget to put that and their needs before your wants..." He shrugged, optics darkening.

He knew he could lead perfectly well, and he was a passable dominant... as long as he didn't forget what he wasn't supposed to forget, which perhaps meant he'd need somebody to check him. But listening to something like that...

Megatron shook his helm and met Orion's optics.