'Oh, thank goodness.' as his first, instinctive thought, confirming the time through his internal chronometer.

Despite his tentative enjoyment of the last few moments and teasing touches, Orion let out a vent of stifled air, tension flowing out of suddenly sore shoulders as he onlined his optics.

Freeing himself of the orders was an honest relief. He hadn't realized how tense Megatron's field and orders had made him, and he leaned back to regain his footing almost immediately.

"...Well then. That was..." Standing up once more, Orion frowned, unsure of how to describe it.