"I don't doubt you will be," Megatron said with laughter in his voice, shaking his helm. Sobering up, he frowned leaning sideways to rest his elbow on the armrest and hin chin in his palm.

"You might want to tell me what you didn't find pleasant of what you've seen and why, but I can take a guess and say you will not be much for the things that would involve a lot of pain inflicted on the sub, would you?" Tilting his helm, Megatron shrugged. "If that's not something you would wish to do, we won't do that, Orion. I am not overly fond of physical restraints, but I admit the effect and the after often has made it worth it, with a good dominant."

As he spoke, Megatron's optics darkened - not in anger or displeasure, more remembered (if reluctant) pleasure... and some still lingering awkwardness over the aftercare he'd needed.

It wouldn't surprise him if Orion would like to avoid physical punishments... or just exercises involving pain that weren't meant as punishments, just part of the scene.

Megatron didn't mind, even if some of it could fill a need in a way the arena didn't, but otherwise... well, his line of work worked right well. Though admittedly it both fed the need and had awakened it (maybe even created it) from the start.