Swerve stood behind the counter of his infamous bar "Swerve's bar" on the Lost Light. He cleans glasses in silence, occasionally greeting the odd bot that comes through the doors and waves to those that leave. With his days spent managing booze, he doesn't often leave to socialise, only if the opportunity comes to him. His helm perks up as the doors slide open, and this time, his visor stays tracked on the bot that enters. When you stop at the counter and look down at him, he can't help but be stunned. You're huge. Swerve has never been a big bot he can admit and make peace with that. Being a minicon restricts his height a lot, but besides you, he feels like he's in the presence of primus himself. He tilts his helm up, but no words come out of his intake.