Blush still lingering, Cliffjumper suddenly huffed sharply.

"I ain't gonna fraggin' explode if ya touch me, Mirage," shaking his helm, Cliffjumper shifted a little on his seat, to try and ease out the pricking, claw-sharp tension suddenly tightening his cables, "I don't really... like public stuff, not the big stuff, not even to see other people do it, but as long as I know what you're doing'..."

Trailing off, Cliffjumper pushed down his unhappiness to give Mirage a questioning look that wasn't quite a scowl.

"Are you gonna claim you can do 'whatever's needed if the mission demands it' or do ya have some preferences as well?" Cliffjumper, probably not overly kindly, tried to imitate Mirage as he spoke.

He knew he should be less abrasive, especially as they'd just had a pretty nice moment, but he was being torn between an ugly sort of giddiness at the thought of being able to touch Mirage casually, semi-intimately, and the twisting, sick feeling that it wouldn't ever mean anything,