There are the signs he'd scanned for, rising with startling speed, unexpectedly welcome. On an intellectual level, Knock Out knows this is a display of trust... but there's nothing academic in the way his spark swells when she looks at him and hooks her fingers into the grooves of his chassis to keep him from pulling too far back.

Rogue's words get a chuff of vented air, entertained by her eagerness. "True. Could be worse... sand. Shag carpet." A considering pause. "Astroturf."

He returns his mouth to her skin while using both hands to maneuver her arms up, tugging off her shirt and letting it flutter to the corridor floor. The wavelength is still there in the background, but it's being overtaken by the growing resonance of his engine.

"Tell me," he says, exploring her like he wants to map every inch and fully intends to do just that. "What would you like?"