The implication isn't missed, but he's also in too good of a mood to take offense in even the slightest capacity. "My lord, your words wound me more than any Autobot bullet ever has," he sighs dramatically, though he is obviously amused as well.

In one fluid movement he locks his hands in front of him and stretches outwards, flexing his arms and wings both, and then plunks down in a chair at the table with a satisfied grunt. "You and I both know your work is never finished... but that doesn't mean we can't take a little time for celebration every now and then." He grabs the bottle and starts inspecting it with a benign curiosity. "So, what do we have left to settle out here?" he asks, eyes still on the Engex.