The gesture, the closeness between them...it was enough to make his spark stutter in his chest, engine hitching.

"I'm glad you could enjoy it-"

The words, however, were still enough to make him shudder, oil rippling around them as his systems vented and surged.

"Ah... H-how might you prefer?" He couldn't help but keep his gaze flicking back and forth, torn between watching her face and her panels.

Unbidden, he lifted a hand to lightly catch the nearest trailing edge of one, curious about whether or not they were as sensitive as flier-wings were rumored to be.