He certainly has no problem sticking close to Wing. He's always felt something safe about the Cybertronian. Even during the entire mess with the pages -- which probably wasn't the best thing to feel, all things considered. But he isn't being shooed or pushed away. So he stays put.

"I don't want to think of the alternative," he admits, his wings flattening down against his back. "Not at all."

The answer to his question makes him blink, then frown. He hadn't even known it was possible to drink for pleasure. Not for robots, anyway. Humans did so -- and he was only aware of that because there were laws regarding it. "We can do that?" he asked. "Side effects...?"