A little of column A, a little of column B. Brainstorm was obviously a person who just didn't have much social interaction outside of talking about science or gloating about himself. He makes a really offended noise when Spinister doesn't compliment him though. The mech had his spike buried halfway up his belly and he won't even give him a compliment!

"I'm certain it won't be--" he starts, but then the ridges flatten, leaving his calipers to readjust, and the shiver through his valve helps ease the thick fluid out, the gush dripping stickily over his thighs and aft.

Brainstorm groans at the sensation, a flush of prickly warm washing over his frame, and he closes his eyes for a moment as the pressure starts to ease. Slowly, he starts to lift himself up on wobbly knees, leaving just the head of Spinister's spike still inside as all the trapped fluid trickles out.

"Do you always come buckets?"