Oh, believe him, Flashpoint, on the inside he's freaking out. Or would be, if he really grasped how raunchy some of this stuff sounded.

"Keep talking big like that I'm going to get my hopes up." F-for a good fight, he means. You know, mechly fisticuffs, that sort of thing.

He glares at her because no fraggin' way he wants her Autobot medic paws on his internals. He'd need to autoclave himself. But then...oh, no. you did not just go there. "My firewalls are up to anything you can throw at them!" How dare you impugn his core programming, Flashperv!