Well, that was an impressively impassioned speech. He hadn't heard one that fervent since his arrival here.

But touching him was not to be allowed. "No, you cannot." Recluse grabbed the hand on his shirt, getting a good grip--driving his thumb in between the metacarpels as he did so for good measure--and twisting hard. Hard enough to make sure the Decepticon let go. Not hard enough to sprain the wrist or anything potentially more drastic. "You can do nothing with a body that you do not understand."