[That gets Minimus to stiffen and go silent. His internal processors struggle to confirm if he wished to play out a fantasy right there in public or not.

No. Not in front of everyone. The point wasn't that people were learning details of his intimate life. The point was hearing something that he knows will never happen. He crosses his arms and keeps his eyes steady on the Darkling.]

I am not in a position to give any thought to romantic entanglements. [This the most detail he wishes to share. Megatron doesn't deserve to be further ostracized, even if there is a voice in Minimus that wanted him to burn in hell for a week.] Even if I was, you don't know me well enough to truly mean such a thing.