Fortunately for Elita, he missed the look completely, busy eying senator's disapprovingly and going for another plate of treats to force them to delay further. Her words, however, made him sputter slightly into his chrome-alloy confection.

"I'm just...doing what I should, really. It's rather obvious you can't be a proper Prime if you don't pay attention to things outside of Iacon."

Embarrassed and flustered, he wordlessly offered her the first plate he could reach: tiny, multicolored cubes of jellied energon, sprinkled with lead sulfide crystals.