EVERYTHING MOVES, EVERYTHING PULSES.

Perceptor laughs softly at that, the ridiculousness of Lysk's statement. Then, he mutters low enough just for him to hear, "I would say the same but we both know the truth of that." A wry smile at his lips, a joke just between them.

He groans dramatically, hiding his face against his partner's shoulder plating. "Never mind the risk of exile. If my secret should be revealed to the rest of the crew, I worry the worm jokes might drive me insane," he grumbles. "Captain Rodimus would have a field day."

"Oh... well..." If he feels has face heat at the compliment, then that's for him to know. He rests a hand on Lysk's own. "Here I thought it was my charisma you were most attracted to."

"Hmh. It is. I am." He's silent for a long moment, idly twining his fingers through Perceptor's own, before he stifles a laugh. "I would still care for you if you were a worm."

"Of course it is 'cool'. I have dedicated my entire life to the study of species just like it," he says, quite self-assured. "Would you like to see some recordings of the phenomenon? They are beautifully macabre."