"That's a thing you can do? Thank you, then, although I don't, not for a minute, believe you would ever do that." Megatron quickly folds the towel away into a subspace access, then slips his other hand into both Loki's hands as well. "I didn't know. Should I be worried about such things? Now I'm curious about how such a thing would work. Will you tell me?" That brings a brighter smile to his face.

"As for the poetry, you're right, of course, what it means to the reader is theirs. Except when they have to tell me about it. Also, someone told Ravage that once, and his reaction was in fact hilarious."

He sighs, his optics shining now. "This is exactly what I needed. And I didn't even know." He smiles again. "If you feel in need of that, again, you may call on me. I would be glad to do the same for you."