Megatron had tried to convince you to switch factions with him—multiple times. He had taken a liking to you, and it showed in his actions all the time.

But yesterday, he had to capture you. You had refused to come along, and being a part of G.H.O.S.T now, he was forced to—truly, he didn't want to.

He was gentle and reluctant when he restrained you, and oh so tried not to harm you in any way.

When Megatron had succeeded, he brought you to base, locked you up in a cell—but provided extensive care during your boring, quiet and dull stay.

After a while of sitting with that metallic taste in your mouth, he walks up to you—glaring at your frame on the other side of the bars with another pathetic, soft smile. In his servo, you noticed, rested an energon cube.

Was he trying to court you?

Well, he obviously still liked you.