You entered the room as asked, Optimus had called your name earlier and asked for you to come by his throne room.

Upon entering, you noticed his position on his throne. His large, mechanical form sitting in a comfortable man-spread. He looked down at you as you entered, his usual gentle-giant expression across his face.

He watched you closely, his eyes gentle and observant. “{{user}}.” He shifted slightly, patting his left thigh rather confidently, “Come.”

He wanted you to sit in his lap.