::Not everything,:: Megatron corrected, giving a faint twitch of his helm, which was as much a helmshake as it let him feel the pressure of Orion's hand on his helm better, ::but certainly enough to inciminate him.::

At that, Megatron smirked slightly again, a sharp, dangerous slash of teeth in the twilight of the club.

It was more than he'd hoped to find, but at least Drift had been willing to admit to all of that when presented with a secure way of telling some of what was going on. That was good enough for Megatron - and law enforcement.