Spinister starts up his engine, letting the low rumble transfer between his plating and Pipe's, fingers drawing delicate patterns over the seams of the Autobot's pelvic armor.

"We'll figure it out as we go then," he laughs, flattening Pipe's aft against his abdominal armor and letting his powerplant cycle up until the vibrations sent nearby rocks skipping around from the force of it. "You like this?"