"A-aha. Ideas not fit for a Prime, for one." He laughed out-loud, audials twitching with embarrassment. Not that it stopped him from working his hips in a low, exceedingly tenative roll from his hips, lifting them both lightly from the oil with the faintest of splashes. His hands, however, were far more bold; tweaking the leading edge of her panels, thumbs seeking out and rubbing against the grooves and crooks and tiny, exposed circuits that latched into the other side of the shell for her hull.

"...You are most gracious though, to give me 'dibs'," he grinned, leaning in, unusually forward, to claim a kiss.