"I think you're right on all counts, dulscintara." Megatron kisses her. "And I think that if I claim the fire...I can use it, instead of allowing it to use me. I want to learn everything. And I think I was wrong to leave magic to the Council, and to people like Orion."

He blinks at her again.

"Besides, if I am to be a fit mate to you, I cannot fear my power or yours. I am not afraid of dangerous journeys. I've seen already what comes of resisting them: madness. I may always need circuit stabilisers to alleviate what they did to me when I was probably not old enough to be considered an adult in your culture, even though I had a lover and work and had written dangerous words. But they were afraid of me, and they made me afraid of myself, and I still hurt everyone anyway. I might be able to heal myself, and others, and undo some of the damage I did. A healer was what I wanted to be when I was that angry young mech."

He smiles.

"Yes, take the children to meet the Decepticons. Only know that one of them hates me, and justifiably so, and he's the one with a child of his own, more's the pity. We have an anti-violence field, so I'm not afraid he will kill me. He's Ravage's brother, a white cat, small the way Ravage was small when I named him parvilla. Please don't be angry with him if he does not wish to speak with me. I will say nothing to anger him unless he decides to try and enforce his differences with me upon our-- upon our family, your children and his son."

Oh he did not just almost say that.