Spin doesn't mind the babbling in the least but then he's shared a ship the chattiest fucking shitshot this side of the galaxy.

"Seriously though, you probably ought to avoid punching walls," he puffs because acknowledging gratitude was totally not Decepticon-like.

Of course, now that he's got the verbal okay from Pipes, Spinister finally lets his hand wander down, gliding it over the smaller mech's interface array.

"So," he leans down to nuzzle his mask against Pipe's neck, fingers teasing at the head of his cord. "How's this feel?"