"All this and what good would that do me to dismantle the man for you now?"

Shockwave crossed his ankles over the other and sat straight almost prim on the barstool with one hand on the countertop and the cannon for the other set evenly over his lap pointed away but with the implication that was liable to change with the direction.

"Optimus Prime's young scout master Bumblebee and I had an unfortunate run in when I was," Shockwave's massive yellow optic flicked for a brief moment elsewhere. "Caught in over my head researching the energy crisis. Megatron apparently suffered a resurgence of conscious in the wake of his death. I've been told they bonded and some of that ideology rubbed off him.

Easily - willing."