Megatron stops to parse what Ratchet just told him.

He never thought he'd find his spark seizing with excitement and his optic lights wavering at the suggestion of a mere change of paint. The silence stretches for a moment as he tries not to let too much of it show through.

"I'd love that," he finally remarks with a slight, uncharacteristic shake in his voice. It seemed surreal that this was happening, like he'd jolt to consciousness back in a shuttle making its way back to Kaon to remind him that gentle warmth and happiness was a thing for other people.