Megatron gathers her into his arms and holds her closely, stroking her hair. "I saw that frenzy during my arena days. Some of the fans..." He shakes his head and kisses the crown of her head. Suddenly the motivation behind some of Soundwave's behaviour becomes painfully, cuttingly clear.

Ravage will always go out to the knife's edge to prove that she can--that he's not in any way lesser than anyone else, that his size and shape don't limit him, that her dancing and love affairs are proof of her freedom, that he cannot be owned and no-one controls him, that even when she gives herself away to plead or soothe, it is her choice alone.

Of course Soundwave wants to protect him. Not just from Megatron but from herself.

"Loki," he murmurs, and looks down into her green, green eyes. "I've been told I'm 'hypersexual' and 'manic', even. I've whored myself out when I've needed to, without shame. Was prepared to do it again, even. And I do enjoy a wild party, now and again, but now...only with people I trust, and there's not as many of those as their once were, and even fewer are willing to play. But I never want you to do anything you don't want to do with your whole heart, body and mind. I won't let that happen again to you. We're attuned; I will always know, as long as you're honest and open with me. And as much as I want to have you in all kinds of places, as glad as I'd be to share or be shared, it must only be if you wish it."

He kisses her lightly. "I want so much, but only if you're happy. And I think I owe Soundwave and Ravage another few thousand apologies."

He'd let Ravi, who'd been used as a whore in his youth, behave like one again for his pleasure.