Megatron let the seconds stretch into a klik as he kept still, aware waiting too long wasn't a good idea, but starting immediately was probably not the best course of action either.
He thought, anyway, but Orion's nervousness would hardly abate. It was even understandable, because what they would be doing wasn't from the end Orion had (unconsciously mostly, so far) shown any, ah, interest in.
The first time this happened for Megatron, he'd obviously been nervous too, but it'd settled quickly. Perhaps they should start in the other end, but he had a distinct feeling that Orion might settle better if he found it wasn't terrible on that end.
He wouldn't like it, most likely, but finding out it did no harm might make him relax more later.
It was, at least, Megatron's hope.
With a grunt, he let go of his EM field, pushing it out with nearly the same determination and aggression he would in the arena, a pratical demand for submission, to give up.
"All right, Orion. This will last for two breems after I stop talking. Keep your optics off and after I finish speaking, you count to five seconds, then stand up, hands behind your back, left wrist gripped by your right hand, turn on your optics and fix the gaze on the table. Unless I tell you to, don't raise your gaze. Unless I tell you to, or ask, you don't say anything unless you need to use your safe word. Understood?" There was no asking, no suggestion in Megatron's tone this time.
This was a demand that expected to be followed, pitch dropping into a rumbling slide that carried further than the tone would suggest - he used it for speeches a lot, though obviously with a different... inflection.
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He thought, anyway, but Orion's nervousness would hardly abate. It was even understandable, because what they would be doing wasn't from the end Orion had (unconsciously mostly, so far) shown any, ah, interest in.
The first time this happened for Megatron, he'd obviously been nervous too, but it'd settled quickly. Perhaps they should start in the other end, but he had a distinct feeling that Orion might settle better if he found it wasn't terrible on that end.
He wouldn't like it, most likely, but finding out it did no harm might make him relax more later.
It was, at least, Megatron's hope.
With a grunt, he let go of his EM field, pushing it out with nearly the same determination and aggression he would in the arena, a pratical demand for submission, to give up.
"All right, Orion. This will last for two breems after I stop talking. Keep your optics off and after I finish speaking, you count to five seconds, then stand up, hands behind your back, left wrist gripped by your right hand, turn on your optics and fix the gaze on the table. Unless I tell you to, don't raise your gaze. Unless I tell you to, or ask, you don't say anything unless you need to use your safe word. Understood?" There was no asking, no suggestion in Megatron's tone this time.
This was a demand that expected to be followed, pitch dropping into a rumbling slide that carried further than the tone would suggest - he used it for speeches a lot, though obviously with a different... inflection.