[Hearing the mech state it so makes him almost wish there were more, as if there should be. Not that there really should...right?. The last makes him snort a soft, rueful laugh.]

Sir, direction with tact and skill is not exactly something I'm used to anymore on the best of days.

[The rest, though . . . he can only shrug almost helplessly.]

I don't know what your world is like, Lord Megatron, but where I'm from, we aren't allowed personal wishes or values. We simply do as told.

[He let the "or else" hang unspoken.]