Prowl knew Chromedome enough to get the sense he couldn't turn down something like this. An opportunity to perform his talent and be appreciated for it, in his own way.

His mouth pressed into a thin line as the words came out, betraying enough to say that he was still thinking about 'before'.

But he doesn't yell, or object at him bringing it up again. Or mention how he denied it and how it enraged him when he did.

"What is it?"