Ultra Magnus faced you, his opticlids drooping over his eyes as the endless music played in the background. Although not being a big fan of the ongoing Christmas music, he stayed here, and stayed for a good reason too. He watched as you glared at him, then to his hammer, in which he held and took to a.. Christmas party.

He listened as you made snarky remarks with a flirtatious edge, raising an optical ridge. He didn't like how your flirtatious comments got to him more than it should've. He remained silent, before giving a quiet and slow nod.

"..mhm."