Tracks gave Mirage a long-suffering sigh, but didn't argue. Ignoring the minibot as though he suddenly did not exist, Tracks turned his back on him in favor of dealing with some of the decorations on the altar.

"You will be over here," Mirage said, gesturing down toward the single mesh pouf sitting in front of the altar. Past the altar, was the low berth covered with mesh and silks; the very same that Cliffjumper had caught Tracks and Mirage carving the priest's marks on before.

The poor minibot would be getting a front-row view of Mirage's detailing.