And now old Luggers was practically offering him a seat- one next to him, no less. Crazy. Depth Charge took it with a raised eyebrow but said nothing, perching awkwardly on the opposite end to the Decepticon. Now. To get down to business.

There was a long, awkward silence. Summoning the words for this was a lot harder than he thought he was going to be. On one hand, he didn't want to sound like he was expecting anything, but on the other... well, a naive part of him Depth Charge hadn't realised still existed in him kind of was expecting something. Not much, but...

"So. You found yourself a Megatron to kiss up to," he said eventually, keeping a detached, even tone. "Does that mean you're gonna slag me next time we meet or what?"