The sputtering was as soothing in a way as it was adorable, and it told her several things. Sure, the Prime was new but he also seemed relatively young, which would inform a few things. The biggest issue would be the bodyguard, but opportunities didn't always present themselves; sometimes they had to be created.

Elita took a step closer, winding the arm closest to the Prime under and around it with an ease that made it seem as if Optimus had actually held that arm out for her, and not stood there stunned.

"Elita One, Prime, if it pleases you to use it." She could, of course, not have offered it if he hadn't asked, but he had, and on some level that pleased her. He might not have the opportunity or desire to actually talk to her during the evening, but that he was interested enough - on whatever level - to ask her actual designation was a pleasure she couldn't have counted on.