There are still faint traces of unease in his expression despite his agreement, but he obediently holds steady so she can proceed at her own pace, working herself up to the actual motion. Under her hand, the metal of his frame is (perhaps surprisingly to her) not cool to the touch. Rather, the metal has a sun-warmed feel, diffuse and gentle.

Seconds pass, and Knock Out feels her increase the pressure of her touch against him, but whatever she's waiting for has yet to manifest.

Cybertronian physiology strikes again, he almost says, but seeing the awe in her expression stalls his frivolous quip.

"Nothing's happening," he agrees instead, but beyond that he's waiting for her cues.