Even though he didn't turn away from his work, Tracks let out a low, chiding hiss escape him at the rude sound. Mirage simply seemed to ignore them both, optics narrowing slightly.

::'Easy for me to say'?::

Unwilling to move more than a hand, Mirage flicked his fingers in his own direction, gesturing down at his own prone frame with an incredulously raised optic ridge.

::I am willing and devoted, but it would not be a trial if it were so 'easy'. It is supposed to be difficult.::

He sighed gently, optics shuttering closed with a wheel-twitch as Tracks reached the base of his spine.

::The fact that you are here and even visually enduring said difficulty rather unwillingly is...a pity. But one you have brought upon yourself, my friend.::