"Mhmmhm," Orion confirmed cheerfully. He took his time, slowly emptying the box; he didn't have a massive collection of polish and waxes, unlike some, but he had a handful of very nice, indulgent brands and fine cloths.

"And I think we've got enough time to use at least one of them."

Orion would bet almost anything that Megatron was expecting the opposite of what he actually planned to order.

Reaching over, he chose a plush micromesh cloth and dabbed a healthy dollop of polish on it.

"Give me your right arm."

He gestured to it, grin wide and cloth at the ready in the other hand. His engine purred loudly in anticipation.