Ah, what he wanted to do was to walk up to Orion and kneel against him, but that wouldn't at the moment fit in, so instead Megatron pushed out his field in a pulse against Orion's as it retreated.

Turmoil on his hand flared his field wider in smug superiority, his submissive twitching briefly and then freezing.

Megatron frowned slightly, feeling heavy intent in Turmoil's 'swelling', and straightened up, arms crossed over his chestplates and met the mech's visor with a deliberate, nearly vicious glare.

There was an infinitesimal pause and then Turmoil huffed a chuckle, but he only reluctantly looked away from Megatron to focus on Orion.

"... Accepted," but by the faint sneer and the way he tilted his helm was anything to go by, he was only accepting because it was in public, "and the apology towards my submissive is accepted as well. Since the offense was verbal..." Turmoil chuckled as if that had been clever and then gestured to the white and red mech in his lap.

"Stand." The snap was nearly a whipcrack, and the sub got off in a well-practiced slide.

Megatron eyed him and shook his helm slowly and then walked up to the mech, reaching out a hand to brush his fingers against Orion's as he passed and then stopped in front of the smaller mech.

Eyeing him, Megatron snorted faintly and then tilted his chin up.