"Well, I would prefer to avoid subjecting us both to that particular variety of humiliation. But I suppose I would if I had to."

Then he sputtered, when he finally caught on to just what Megatron was staring at.

"And I meant what drink!" Orion laughed, nudging Megatron's leg, his own gentle scheme already undone. He gave the waiter an apologetic glance, before handing over a credit chit.

"The triple-mixed blend, and a side order of mineral sticks for me. and you?" He gave Megatron a pointed stare, leg trailing up to a thigh.