"It's enough for some of us," she responds with a smile, "but a few of us are too curious for our own good."

His touch was mildly relaxing, though that might have been the alcohol finally starting to take effect. That didn't stop her from reciprocating, her own fingers moving along his hands, feeling the terrain of bone, muscle, vein, and skin that he had there.

When his answer came, she was admittedly confused. "Megatron? Is he that persuasive a leader where you come from?" Her optics were earnest in their curiosity. "Or do you believe in the cause he's leading towards?"