"It's in the plans for your training," Megatron murmured as Orion explored his faceplate and down along his throat, a sliding caress that, normally, might annoy him a little in its propreitary feel. Right now, though it fit, right in along with that powerful field humming around him, a testament to Orion's full potential if nothing else.

And perhaps he should've expected the order about turning off his optics, since he'd done it to Orion - though despite his comment about it earlier, Orion probably didn't completely understand his aversion towards it.

But even so, with a faint twitch to his shoulders and an arch look up at Orion that deliberatedly delayed a few seconds, he did turn his optics off. Even if it brought back some tension and slightly huffy thought that if Orion wanted to punish him for something, he should have been a bit more specific... though most probably Orion was just going with what he wanted.

"Are you doing what I did, Orion..?" There was amusement in his question, even with the faint tension in his shoulders.