Orion's engine only purred it's approval louder, both at the sight and at the gladiator's ready obedience. He actually had to pause in his work briefly, fighting back the urge to further order Megatron onto his back, legs spread-

Mmhm. Later. Definitely later.

"Very good."

Lowering Megatron's arm back down, Orion polished over the upper arm and made his way to the pauldron. Data-clerk small hands slipping easily under the bulky metal, Orion buffed away at rarely-touched metal and half-hidden joint mechanics.

"And just to make it clear," Orion started, leaning in as he worked to rumble nearly against Megatron's back- "While I want you to try and be still, that doesn't mean you have to be quiet."