Sideswipe's engine answers -- he's more than used to this, and totally without personal boundaries. He sees nothing wrong with draping himself all over Smokescreen, and running his fingers all over that armor. He's all but snuggling up to him.

Even when they skate out onto the dancefloor. He pulls back slightly, his hand still on Smokescreen's. The music is still going, and he shifts from side to side in time, letting the lights play over his armor.

"Damn right you won't."