"You can try, but you would have to change a great deal to intimidate me. Unless you planned on tossing me into the ring with you. That should work," he joked, optics bright.

Reaching down, he cupped Megatron's helm with his free hand as well, briefly holding his head between both hands. Though gentle, his engine purring only deepened with the exploration, petting armor, cheek and jaw line; fingers passed over protected fuel lines in the neck, the heavy shoulder guards, and down Megatron's left arm until he 'captured' a wrist, pulling a thick, scared hand up near his face.

"I...might just think I'm enjoying this enough to try again in the future."

Orion grinned, his eager engine revving pointedly obvious as he spoke, nuzzling battered knuckles before placing a kiss to the palm of Megatron's captured hand.

"But we'll have to see the end to know for sure, hmm? Now, optics off."