That anger that he receives from Rodimus is refreshing. He ignores the needling about Megatron in favor of clapping a large purple hand on the Autobot's shoulder.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it Hot Rod, I am more capable of following direction than you might believe. In fact at this very moment I am, belatedly mind you, following Megatron's very orders to stand down." He scoops his glass back up, tapping the rim with a finger, before continuing his thought.

"Hence the drink, relaxing in the tacky furnishings of this establishment, and willingly placing myself in the company of an Autobot."

Now, if he can just get Rodimus to lose his cool enough to strike. Then things will get interesting.