Wants to. He wants to. And from the look Dead End's getting saying anything else isn't going to go anywhere. In fact the look makes the Decepticon shrink back a bit.

That's a new look for this kind of situation.

It takes a moment for Dead End to compose himself, shake off the shock and really think about this.

"Direct access." he says quietly, wings drooping. It's what he's always liked best when compared with the other options.

"You'd have to sit in my lap..."

Not awkward at all.