Shifting her panels slightly so they were better adjusted against the curve available, Elita scooted down some, tangling one hand on top of and together with one of Optimus'. The other she let drop into the oil, then raised it enough to flick oil at him, smile curling about her lips.

"I'm comfortable, if that's what you mean. Or did you mean something else?" The smile gained an edge and she raised one leg to hook it above the arm on that side, trailing her foot along the upper arm before she let her leg rest there.