"I'm sure you'll be fine," Orion objected, thoughts falling along the same line as Megatron's. Anyone who fought and moved like Megatron did could be a wonderful dancer.

"You're probably better than I am." Orion didn't sound like he objected to that idea, either; he simply beamed, taking Megatron's hand happily. Sliding out of the booth, he urged the larger mech in the direction of the dance floor. This was an aspect of club going Orion was much more familiar with, even if he didn't make it any sort of habit.