Bracing a hand on Megatron's hip - fingers curling in a possessive grip only half-unconsciously - Orion polished his way down the thick overlapping panels making up Megatron's lower spine.

"My resolve, hmm?"

Though amused, there was a distinct note of challenge in the questioning sound.

"To make sure I simply don't let you get away with it and end up turning the whole thing around on it's head?"

He pressed and massaged against the tense underlying struts and cables as he went, ending with a flourish just above Megatron's aft.