Orion lingered at the doorway of Megatronus’ private quarters, clutching a small package in both servos. His faceplate burned, but he forced himself to step inside.

“I, um… bought something earlier,” Orion blurted, lifting the package. He gave it a little wave, trying to sound teasing, though his voice trembled. “Stockings. With lace.”

Orion’s vents stuttered. “…Well? No comment?”