The smile that met Jazz was nothing but pleasant and open, but by the slight tension at the corner of her optics, she was obviously not naïve. Not necessarily plotting anything either, however.

"It would be a great pleasure to be able to host an envoy of yours on Paradron, Prime, and for us to leave one of our entourage here, to properly exchange information..." there was a pause as she tilted her helm, her optics wide, glow pale but strong, "and, perhaps, depending on how things... develop, to form a stronger basis of familiarity."

They had heard of the war, and while they were wary, yes, they weren't stupid. They wouldn't demand such a potential "sacrifice" without offering up something of their own.

The discussions prior had been far more hesitant to give the same "assurance" to the Decepticons, but in the end the decision had been to treat them alike, even if there were clear pointers that such an exchange might not go the same way with both of the factions.

The mech who'd offered to remain during the visit with the Decepticons was aware of it, and had some precautions taken.