It was absolutely ridiculous, but the praise makes Brainstorm fluff a little, preening like a peacock at being called gifted. He is, after all, a brilliant genius and more people should acknowledge that.

Still, he was suspended in air between the two mech's grip and he'd rather the circumstances be different.

"We're not lovers. Not really!" Of all the things to protest, he picks that. Lovers typically entailed more than mindless fragging right?

At that point, Brainstorm also realizes he has Tarn under his thumb in this regard. "Wait! Second stipulation. No killing any Autobots with my stuff, okay?"