Excretions, Megatron? Really? [ he sounds like he's a heartbeat away from laughter, though, patting the tank fondly as he settles back against the outside of his cabin compartment. ] I hadn't planned to lick you, but now I'm considering it. [ he is not considering it and it's pretty obvious from his tone, but still.

he draws his knees up, looping his arms loosely around his thighs and trying very hard not to shiver. he's been surviving on, uh, less than he probably should have, considering--he has advantages in the force and being accustomed to lean times--and it's finally taking its toll. he's having trouble sleeping, trouble regulating his body heat, trouble with a lot of things. they need to get this finished, and soon, for everyone's sakes. ] Thanks for this, by the way. I know you're not really comfortable with it.