Orion snorted, both pleased and unimpressed at once. The apology pinged at his systems pleasantly; hearing Megatron apologizing for such a simple thing should have felt wrong, like it had when he had been in the same situation - but instead, it felt correct.

And at the same time, it really didn't feel like an apology was enough.

"Obviously."

Given his own inexperience, Orion was at a loss for a long moment, unsure of how to address the blatant disobedience.

He vented hotly against Megatron's neck, giving the previously-polished back a token swat with the cloth.

"Just for that, you can turn your optics off again. And put your hands back where they belong."