Orion's engine chuffed in pleasure, Megatron's reactions obviously welcome. The smooth rise up to his feet was noted, Orion's optics following the motion with obvious appreciation.

"Now? We can leave, if you like. The mood has been somewhat ruined by the poor company, I'm afraid." Orion slipped an arm around the larger mech's waist, leaning into the contact.

::Though I would rather like to witness that mech's arrest...:: He admitted privately, without much reluctance.