The benefit of visored optics is that it's harder to tell where exactly the mech is looking, though Tarn's close enough he may be able to see through the bright blue glow and note the apertures of First Aid's optics were fixated at the apex of his legs. Watching the trickle of lubricant down the leader of DJD's thighs, and finding it enticing, was probably one of the more humiliating things in his life.

"You're leaking," he says without thinking, then presses hands over his mask.

With Tarn that close his field was a mess of heat and desire and utter loathing, all tangled up in a nasty, piercing snarl. His pure hate for the DJD had always stopped him from finding anything attractive about them, but with his frame as needy as it was he was finding the usual things he found appealing.

"You've got it bad."

He had it bad. His whole array ached and he'd even been working on keeping his charge under control.