He didn't really laugh at the little dig, but Cliffjumper snorted in vague amusement - already feeling twitchy or not, he could recognise something being at least somewhat funny.

"Great," Cliffjumper said and rubbed a hand over his faceplate. He hadn't actually thought about it much, but even if couples were being discrete, he realised there were many little touches you might end up giving each other.

It wasn't that much different from being friends, after all, and while he wasn't very randomly "touchy", Bee was, and thinking of all the little things his friend did... and then the thought that that might apply between him and Mirage for the mission...

There was another half-giddy, half-sick twist to the remaining contents of his fuel tank. He wished for the grumpy acceptance he would most probably feel if he just disliked (or didn't have much of an opinion at all) Mirage, but that... well, it wasn't to be.

"Right. Okay," another scrub of his faceplate before a thought that, regardless of what he felt about Mirage, was funny enough he smiled as he glanced up at the noble, "ya don't seem the type to like hand-holding, so I guess we're saved that awkwardness, huh?"

The thought of Mirage resting a hand on his shoulder, though...