Red Diode District

Orion glanced back at Megatron from behind the couch, frowning faintly. When he thought about it, the source of Megatron's worry was understandable.

He'd probably be worried in his place. Especially given the gladiator's already stated preferences.

He paused outright at the request, however, trying not to bristle. Again, it was reasonable, and at least he said please.

"...Fine."

But the fact that he asked for something at all immediately made him decide to leave his field flared out, letting it settle with a snort.

"Talk about what, exactly? Not sure what to say yet."