She hummed, the charge jumping at his firmer grip on her spike, and while she noticed the hesitation to bare his own interfacing equipment, Elita let it be for the moment. They had, surprisingly enough, time to let him do things at his own pace... including getting over embarrassment over baring intimiate and specialized equipment.

"I think you'd be surprised at what could be done, where, Optimus, but it might be better if we concentrate on one thing at a time," Elita said with a nod, realizing she might have been slightly too hasty in suggesting such a thing.

She rolled her hips slowly even as he held her spike, enjoying the faintly static friction of thin, circuit-rife metal against firmer metal, arching her back into the touch. Her hand did, nonetheless, trail down again to brush fingers over his still-closed panel, teasing.