Two weeks after Orion first had assisted him, and there was a convenient longer holiday that, while it certainly was being marked by gladiator matches, Megatron wasn't participating.

His only matches so far had been against prospective tournament participants, as a way to measure their entrance scores. The match where Orion had helped him paint himself, Megatron hadn't actually been made a liar, but even if he had...

Well, it wasn't like he would mind finding out what "punishment" Orion might see fit to give him. But ah, perhaps later, if Orion tricked him into giving a similar promise later.

What they were doing today, however, was something Megatron hoped would require no apologies for having pushed Orion too far, or have Orion wonder if he'd hurt him by the end of the day.

If nothing else, Orion would undoubtedly be excellent at aftercare, if this did go as he was hoping. And if it didn't... well, Orion was a mech Megatron wouldn't be letting go of either way. Especially as, when he relaxed, he could have a quite wicked sense of humour, and made interesting commentary on nearly everything between the suns and Cybertron's surface.

Which, today, had been comments on the racer's choice of routes in the city-racing tournament that was going on during the three-day holiday.

Tipping back the cube to catch the last of the energon, he rose up and eyed Orion.

"Finished?"