Tarn's brand of politeness probably hurt plenty, lets be honest here.

Still, it was a standard Decepticon transaction. Spinister proved himself useful, Tarn didn't kill him messily; a bit of powerplay sprinkled on top and gambling that you held enough cards to keep the other mech in line for the duration of their alliance.

For all his social handicap, Spinister was at least familiar with this. The heli steps into Tarn's reach, rotors set ramrod straight in his hub as he reaches out to gently take the raised hand.

"I haven't got pain dampeners or anesthesia," he warns stiffly.