"That would be...rude." Optimus' grin lessened some, optic ridges going together in distaste at the very idea. Despite her joking tone, he seemed genuinely distressed by the idea.

"I may not know much..." He admitted, even as he slid hands up to the tips of Elita's spines, tightening fingers and rubbing thumbs over the pointed ends- "But I know you're not going to impress many people if you don't focus on pleasing them as well as yourself."

He rumbled his engine over her own, purposely dropping it down to a lower gear to make her lighter frame rattle.

"I was under the impression it was common courtesy."