If Mirage ever did that, hed'd have to be pretty far gone.

Or trying to provoke the minibot, flirtatiously or otherwise.

"Mud. Oh my Primus d-don't even talk to me about mud!"

Mirage hissed, squirming in an aborted thrash of emphatic ire.

"Do you even know what all is in mud? Ignoring it in the field is one thing, but cleaning it out after? Ugh!"

The way he shuddered had little to do with the cold.