Wing eases back down also, his plating still pinging as it cools, lubricant and transfluid smeared over his belly and thighs. He looks entirely at ease and he smiles again helplessly as he looks at Cyclonus.

"You must be something special, to have been allowed to wield one." His optics sharpen in warm amusement and he has to swallow a laugh. "I bet Dai Atlas liked you. He doesn't relax as often as he should either."