Pleased with his view from the seat - if still affected by residual embarrassment, given the sight of nearby kneeling subs and gently affectionate doms - Orion purred at the contact. Angling his leg, he rubbed spinning tires in counter-direction to Megatron's treads, creating warm friction.

All the while he huffed, mock-offended.

"I'm hardly going to keel over from a drink or two. We should be more worried if you overindulged. I don't think I could haul you back, even if I was towing your alt."

He gestured to a nearby waiter who ambled on over. Orion gave Megatron a glance, allowing his field to flex back out gently over the gladiator's.

"You know what you'd like?"