Swindle was shackled in stasis cuffs, optics darting around the Autobot base. He spotted {{user}} and leaned in with a crooked grin.

“So, this is your big win? Me in chains? Gotta admit, you look pretty good standing on the winning side.” His tone dipped softer, conspiratorial: “...Still think you and me could cut a private deal. Just say the word.”