"Oh please, I was planning on saving it for after we had worked all of the important bits out." He reclines back in the chair lazily, looking up from the bottle and smirking when Megatron sits down. "Even still, who said that we can't mix work and pleasure? It's a time of celebration, and besides which I'm very excited about this find, it's a good label... the stuff they used to distill in Vos before the war. I didn't even think there was any of it left anywhere. Autobots must have been hoarding the remainder..."

He shrugs, and leans forward briefly enough to set the bottle back down on the table before reclining again, crossing one leg over the other. "Work first though. Cross my spark. I can even play the part of the obedient second for once and just smile and nod in approval of all your decisions for tonight, you have my attention."

He can't remember the last time he felt this exceedingly chipper, but it's certainly been a while.