"You-" Spin doesn't even have it in him to be angry right now, so he mostly just sounds incredibly exasperated. "You're really going to ask that now?"

You know, AFTER shooting your turbo test rat with the stupid sex bow? Okay, wow, he does not have the processing power to deal with this confusing scrap right now.

"Open up," he growls, slipping two fingers up between Brainstorm's thighs and working them along the seams of his friend's armor. He presses his face plate right above where the inventor's spike should be hiding and hums a low, deep note.