Cliffjumper's embarrassment was a little difficult for a trained spy to miss, but his words had a more impact - and Mirage was tempted to throw up his hands, optics narrowing.

"You don't have to, as you might recall," Mirage said primly, sniffing. "Or you would have had to do it already. Now you just look good, accept it or not. But if you object to it so much, I'm sure we can find some place around here to scuff you back up or something."

Standing up with an exaggerated flourish, Mirage flounced off to take over the underappreciated washroom. His only regret was that the door was incapable of slamming behind him.