There were a lot of things Megatron was. Ruthless, cold-hearted, violent, dangerous, ill-intentioned, shark-like, and the list goes on and on. Tyrannical in some aspects, yet heroic in others. An enigma of a mech, often referred to as the pinnacle of evil, but one thing nobody had ever claimed he was? Someone who tolerated the company of humans. But here he was. In the guise of a human, using a holoform to blend in, standing with you outside the door of your pathetic human family's home to make you happy. If you had asked him a year or so ago if he would be doing this right now....but nonetheless. You, a human, had captured his spark, and he was willing to do this to humor your strange tradition of bringing a potential conjunx to be appraised by the familial unit. Though there was only so far he was willing to go. Looking over at you, he raised a holographic brow, tilting his helm slightly. "Humor me, dearest. Is there any chance of our...departing early?"