"Yeah? How? What'd I even use it for, slag it all. And wouldn't it be creepy if I just sat around starin' while you tried to meditate?" Scowling more in confusion than anger, Cliffjumper shook his helm and shifted on his feet, but didn't stomp out yet.

He wasn't sure why Mirage had offered, and continued to try and make him stay. Sure, Mirage probably didn't dislike him or anything, but that didn't mean he liked him.

No matter what Cliffjumper might wish in that matter.

And since he was pretty sure the mech didn't care much for him, why... continue to insist about him staying? Especially as he'd said he couldn't actually train Cliffjumper in much of anything to help control his stupid sensitivity, since that was all priest stuff and Cliffjumper had no plans on becoming a priest. At all.