"And dese're yer quarters!" the gold and silver Maximal rat finished with a flourish, tapping a passcode into a keypad. "Dat concludes yer guided tour a' th' Axalon, will dat suffice or should I pull up th' ship's blueprints fer ya as well?"
Dinobot rolled his eyes as the sliding doors wooshed open, revealing a mostly empty chamber, only a berth, a desk, and a black laptop inside. With a glance inside, he grunted and returned his attention to his diminutive tour guide. "That is quite all right, rodent. I can pull up the ship's blueprints any time I wanted in the command center. However, I trust that I am able to change the passcode on the door to something of my own choosing?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and arching an eyeridge.
The Maximal just smirked and shrugged, his expression far too flippant for the warrior's liking. "Sure, change it as many times as y'want, lizardlips. Triple encrypt it, fer all I care. Don't mean dat we can't get in if th' need arises, but if it makes y'feel betta', go fer it."
"So, I am to be given the illusion of privacy without actually having it then, hmm?"
The rodent shrugged. "Not my idea. Optimus wants ta be sure he cin trust ya, but until den, he wants ta be able ta keep an eye on ya." The rat smirked then, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his hips to the side. "Consider yerself lucky, Shredderhead. I wanned ta rig yer room up wit' security cameras. Optimus almos' agreed ta it, but Rhinox convinced 'im I'd abuse 'em." He snorted, following it up with a tilt of his head that suggested a roll of his optics. "As if I'd wanned ta watch a 'flithy piece a' Conware jack 'imself off."
Dinobot wasn't sure what offended him more; the rodent's casual attitude towards his privacy, the implication that he indulged in self-stimulation, or the thought of someone, specifically the short, irreverent mouse, watching him through a camera while he was... hrmmm.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the Saurian rolled his optics and scowled down at the... the ivermin./i He was called Rattrap, wasn't he? For Primus's sake, they hadn't even been formally introduced, what with all the chaos from Dinobot's sudden change of faction and the day's battle. And the damned Maximal had the gall to make lewd comments and insult him at the same time? It was outrageous! It was infuriating! It was...
Intriguing. He must have cracked his head against a rock awfully hard somewhere throughout the course of the day to even consider it, but he couldn't deny it, the rat was... attractive. And his bold, unrepentant attitude got the warrior's gears turning, anger and lust tainting his thoughts. He wasn't sure he wanted to backhand the miniature mech, or tackle him to the ground and show him just what a Predacon was capable of.
"What? Don' gimme dat look," the vermin snorted, taking Dinobot's glare and lack of a verbal response for disapproval. "Ev'ryone's played wit' demselves once or twice, an' anyone who sez otha'wise is eitha' prudish or naïve."
Both. Most definitely both.
"For your information, rodent," the warrior growled, ignoring Rattrap's protests of "hey, I've got a name!" in favor of giving him a little shove. "I have never had a need to self-stimulate. I am a warrior! I do not have the time nor energy to waste on such foolish activities." When the rodent looked ready to protest again, Dinobot pulled his lips back into a snarl and shoved harder, forcing him back against the wall. "You try my patience, you miserable, lecherous, incorrigible little wretch!"
Despite the rough manhandling, the rodent's look of smug perversion stayed firmly in place, daring Dinobot to push one more inch. "So don' encourage me," he leered, pressing his servos against the wall and leaning forward, one eyebrow arched. Primus, but the warrior wanted to smack that grin off his face!
But he mustered up every ounce of control he had and reigned himself in, responding to the challenge with a sneer. "I do not have to explain myself to you, vermin. Now, if you are quite finished, you may scurry off to whatever mousehole you crawled out of, and leave me alone."
"Now, if you will excuse me," he rumbled, schooling his voice into a mild, unaffected tone. To the rat's disbelief, he dropped into a graceful bow and backed into his quarters. As the doors slid shut, he lifted his head, smiled his smoothest, most charming smile, and crooned, "I bid you good day."