"I am goin' to beat you up," Cliffjumper said, grumbling even if the threat held no greater heat, "that was just once, ya know!"

Everybody and their fragging protoform liked to pull that one failure up! Though he supposed it was better than poking at his tendency to seeing spies and traitors in a lot of places...

Huffing at the pat, Cliffjumper nonetheless settled and gave a grimace.

"Don't see why it matters, not like the meaning changes or anythin'..." glancing back over his shoulder as much as he could, Cliffjumper eyed Mirage briefly, "but if ya want to hear it..."

That... he wasn't sure how that made him feel, beyond a bright little twitch around his spark chamber. Which was stupid.

But fine, Mirage sort of asked, and it wouldn't really hurt to respond.

So Cliffjumper did, and it felt weirdly good to fall back in his native Central Polyhexian dialect. Bumblebee was usually the only one who tried to use it while they were alone - he tried to do the same for Bumblebee, but Cliffjumper's proficiency in other city-states' dialects and accents wasn't... the best.

He tried though, and Bee appreciated it just the same.