She was hard-pressed not to laugh. Shaking her helm slowly, she trailed a hand down one of his arms to rest it above the hand that had his fingers inside her hip-joint, rubbing the fingers and then trailing around to squeeze his wrist.

"Quite a few things, depending on what you find... interesting, or fun, or, well... arouses you," Elita said with a tilt her her helm, glancing from her own equipment up to Optimus' optics.

"Or would you prefer hardline?" Her other hand brushed against a nearly-invisible panel near her neck, where normal medical interface ports were, as well as regular communications uplinks... as well as other, more specialized cables rested, hidden just as the interfacing equipment had been.