::I'm not trying to be, Orion.:: Yes, he'd admit that outright, his tone over the comm. teasing and amused, turning to her after Orion had given his permission and she'd dipped her helm, murmuring a thank you reflected in the flickering wave of her EM field.

"I see you finally managed to get rid of that waiting disaster. You should've beaten him up more." The gladiator, compared to her subdued (or maybe restrained) behaviour when aimed at Orion, seemed to swell out beyond her field's reach as she turned to Megatron, using her hands and field both to underscore her words.

"I'm starting to think thrashing Maul was encouraging him, despite that he professed to only be a sadist," Megatron said with a snort and a shake of his helm, before he half turned back to Orion.

"Orion, this is Ragna. Ragna, Orion Pax. We are... proceeding." His little grin was mostly amusedly teasing again, but the glow of his optics and his gaze on Orion was warm.

"Ah." And by the glance she threw Megatron, apparently that single-word description of his and Orion's relationship meant something, something that made her grin before she turned back to Orion and gave him a half bow, optics low.

"Sir. And thank you."