....shut that flap with all that logic and sense. No one likes a knowitall, Flashpoint.

That totally wasn't laughing. That was, uh. Uh. ....Uhhhhhh.

That was growling at such a level that her mere mortal Autobot audials simply couldn't conceive of it.

She buys that, right?

Just like that totally isn't a shuddering sort of groan as her hands grab under his hip skirting, into the sensitive cabling of his aft. That's, uh, some other aggressive he-totally-wins noise.

...even he's not buying that, so he's going to renew his attacks, one hand skimming the line under her bumpers.