He's not complaining. All the touching, the closeness... it just reminds him of another time. Back when everything had gone right. A time he sort of misses, if he's being honest with himself.

The colony had...

His grin falters for the briefest of moments, before he shifts nearer, his arms slinging around Smokescreen's neck. His head leans in close, the purr shifting from his engine to his vocals.

"Why don't you take me for a ride and find out?"

It's easier not to think, if you're focused on bad pick-up lines and dancing.