Optimus only smiled wider, humming in happiness against Elita's chest. He wiggled closer, sneaking his helm slowly up her frame, pressing kisses across chest plating and shoulder armor to begin reclaiming her throat.

"No? ...I'm sure I could think of more, Brightspark," he teased, hand rubbing across her chestplates as he leaned close, thumb tracing the crystal. Despite being a general term of endearment, she was bright, literally and mentally.

But it was also too close to what he would actually call her, were she not so bound to him because of his position. It would be...foolish, to expect anything more. To get too attached. Mentally scrambling, he pulled up memory files of the cheesiest pet names he could think of.

"Or we could go with 'Sexy Servos'? Or maybe W-Whiplash Factory?"

He couldn't help it, and broke into snickers against her neck, smoke stacks sputtering as his frame shook with his mirth.

"W-why would anyone...?"