Optics flickering, Megatron stared for a moment and then shook his helm. He wouldn't laugh. That would be rather terrible to do. But, it raised a question...

"Preferring to remain standing because you'd rather not be close to me currently, because I suggested you sit down, or because you're feeling restless... from what just went down?" Cocking his helm, there was no accusation in Megatron's voice, merely curiosity and maybe faint amusement.

And he hadn't missed the little flare of Orion's field either and he wouldn't be too amused over that either. He would be... well, all right, as patient and understanding as he could be and not laugh at the poor mech, at least.

But the brief little flare had him shifting in his seat slightly.