"If you want, sir," Ragna said with a little twist of a smile and a dip of her helm, though her flicked gaze at Megatron carries more open amusement, especially in the way her field pushed out against his.

"We're due for another sparring match soon, I think, and if you want to watch, you're certainly welcome to," Megatron nodded, and, completely unintentionally (subconsciously) made a very, very similar dip of his helm as Ragna had. It added a far more obedient tone to his words, despite there being nothing really submissive in the way he'd spoken.

"Ragna can usually put up a fight," Megatron said with a toothy grin in his fellow gladiator's direction, getting a whack to his shoulder in retaliation.

"I could say the same for you!" then she shook her helm and did the same sort of shallow little nod-bow she had when Orion had first acknowledged her, "either way, thank you, sir. Perhaps he'll be more well behaved soon."

Ragna gave Megatron a rather toothy smirk herself before she slipped away, and he snorted at her back, shaking his helm. There... might have been half a shade of a blush to his optics and EM field, if someone was paying attention.