Leaving Megatron's back, nicely polished up as it was, Orion slowly circled around to face the currently blinded mech instead; fingertips dragging across polished metal as he went.

"Hmm. I see. Makes sense, I suppose."

The feel of unpolished chest plates marked the transition, and Orion smiled. Re-wetting the cloth, the librarian leaned close and began to polish right over Megatron's spark. Orion purred.

"I'll have to keep on my guard, then."