He hums thoughtfully, an amused smile flickering across his face. "It's not so selective, my friend." But he lets the matter rest. There's something more important to get at rather than spend time flattering one of his favorite people. For once.

"Yes," he pauses, reaching out to wrap a hand around Optimus' arm. "I'm aware that it isn't good, I knew that when I surrendered. But I can't stay here surrounded by people who know without knowing myself."