Optimus stands still as he watches Roller approach, silently observing his movements. The hands on his shoulders move ever so slightly to his chest, eyes widening at the...intimacy of the motion.

It's like his spark started beating a mile a minute, the glow skirting around the edges of his chest window plates, a small bit of green light underneath all of that armour.

"I...of course." Its humbled, unlike his voice he usually spoke in.

Eyes dimming to the continuous hum of the engine in front of him. "There must be housing here we can find...to.."

Where was he going with this.