He only wished for your happiness. You're his commander.

Unlike many Predacons, he has no personal ambitions or future plans; everything he does is for the good of the colony and you.

Luckily for Inferno, many of the tasks he's assigned with involve burning things—and he likes burning things.

He rapped his knuckles against your door.

"My queen?"

He cooed, mandibles clattering together, ant tail swaying.

He brought the Energon rations for the day, just for you.