Tarn burns with embarrassment at Spinsters comment. Being caught sucking his lord’s dick was not his best moment by any stretch of the imagination. His shoulder’s tighten, threatening to trap the piece of soldering wire chipping away at the caked dirt.

He’s lost for words, stuck between an apology and an agreement. Its the last conversation he wants to be happening.

“He has his uses, yes. Galvatron's knowledge of survival in less than ideal climates rivals that of your own. He’s a bit rough around the edges, perhaps, but he’s very willing to share information.”

Of course he would never say that the main appeal of Galvatron has everything to do with what he does for Tarn's dwindling and flickering ego. He makes him feel wanted, and capable, and desirable; which is more than he could say for Megatron.

"I'll do my best to warn you when he next comes around."