"Otherwise not so much?" Optimus tried to laugh, but of course the sound was muffled - not that he was bothered much. Instead he shuddered, jerking against her armor.

"...You are far too good at that."

Which only gave him the resolve to begin some explorations of his own. Elita's frame was quite lovely, decorated with a foreign cast, and he was itching to explore it. Hand already at her jaw, he traced it out as he nibbled lightly at her lips, aiming to explore her ornate helm decoration.