"That's---" He cut himself off and scrubbed a hand over his faceplate, having to mentally rearrange what he'd been about to say, while Orion started to pace. "Even if it had been the first that would have been understandable and... really, nothing wrong with that. I'm rather relieved it's the latter two, however," Megatron said with a grunt, unable to completely hide the disgrunt at the thought of it being the first.

What he wanted to do was stand up and... perhaps embrace the mech, but he wasn't sure that was the right action. He felt rather annoyed at not knowing how to properly do this part.

Following Orion's pacing, Megatron decided that remaining sitting might just be the best course of action - at least to start with.

"Orion, decide what to do with the field, please." He wouldn't usually use 'please' but perhaps it was just as well to do that now. The flaring was doing... itchy things with his plating and frame of mind, especially so close to having put himself into the dominant role. The constant back and forth challenged as much as made him want to kneel. "You're going to have to talk to me. I am not actually a mind reader."