She chuckled softly, a thrum of sub-audible frequencies added and she answered the question with a smile and nod only, optics flickering at the friction Optimus' more firmer grasp was stirring.

Thrusting shallowly back into his touch, the mirrored charge playing lightly between his fingers and her spike, Elita stroked the arm her free hand was resting against. Sliding a single finger up along Optimus' spike, she paused at the tip and gave a single tap, before she trailed down again... and then continued down.

The only hesitation was within Elita's processor, and it was merely to deliberate if he was ready... Even if she was unaware of what Optimus had been taught by the Senate concerning his and any smaller partner's relative proper positions... She knew well that most who had a smaller pool of experience to draw from usually went with exploring their spike first.

But there was nothing wrong with laying the foundation, as it were. Digging her fingers into his elbow-joint, feeling the charge gather and pool along spike, within valve and around her spark chamber, Elita traced the rim of Optimus' valve, finger barely dipping inside, before she wandered upwards again and gave a single, firm stroke to his spike.