"Here, in this situation, it is a mark of respect and honor, not subservience," Mirage called back rather weakly. He didn't even bother to glance Cliffjumper's way; he was too busy turning wide optics to the rest of the living quarters. They were terribly opulent, as Cliffjumper noted, but Mirage's opinion of said fact was markedly different.

"...Oh."

Field going fluttery and jagged with emotion, he stumbled forward, falling face first onto the lounge.