"Sure, fine, let's go with that."

And not because he's almost itching to kill one of them. Just... get them out of his sight. They don't deserve to be here, acting like Autobots.

But the smile earns a more... lascivious one of his own. He inches a little closer, frame wriggling as best he can get it to. If he were any nearer, his vents would be exhaling warm air all over Wing's thigh.

"Only tend?" he asks, and feigns hurt. "You wound me."