"Orion---" and then Megatron's vaguely annoyed-exasperated comment (or badgering, maybe) cut off as Orion's tone registered. His optics dimming to lush carmine, Megatron's grip on Orion's hip softened somewhat, enough to not be trying to pull him close at least.

He might not be quite attuned enough to Orion yet to perfectly pick up on Orion's fledgling dominant moods, but he wasn't completely deaf to them either, and that tone? Oh, it certainly shook him out of trying to chase overload by demanding it, and while he hadn't exactly immediately dropped down into any particular frame of mind, Megatron... relaxed against Orion and the wall.

"As you wish," he said, voice dropping into a lazy, almost acquiescent rumble, and simply rubbed the hip under his hand. Even if he rather wanted to move himself.