"...we can probably take a hundred on Charr if they're willing to..." Cyclonus froze in the doorway behind Ultra Magnus and glared at the shackle on Hot Rod's wrist, his business with Ultra Magnus forgotten.

"Cyclonus. Hi," Roddy said, a little uncertainly--dealing with his fellow Autobots was one thing. Dealing with Cyclonus, who had completely different and more personal reasons to object to his new accessory, was something else entirely.

Springer pulled away, slightly, ready to defend Hot Rod if necessary. Cyclonus just stood there, completely without words, his optics glowing as though he would like them to burn the shackles away from Roddy's wrists. Or so Roddy thought; it was possible Cyclonus wanted to haul Roddy back to Galvatron's chambers and whip him instead. Or that he wanted both at the same time.

Ultra Magnus removed his hand from his face--someone needed to do something, and it was going to have to be him. "Cyclonus, how about we discuss Paradronian resettlement in my office instead...?" He put his hand on Cyclonus' shoulder.

Cyclonus pulled his attention away from Hot Rod and focused on Magnus instead. "Not in your office." He took hold of the arm that was touching him. "We can discusss this while sparring. In a private practice room."

Magnus paused for just a second before saying. "Yes."

"Good." Cyclonus didn't let Magnus' arm go as he turned and led Magnus from the room.

Springer stared. "What, them too?"

"Yup. Them too."

"Way, way more information than I needed today." Springer shook his helm to clear it, then pounced Hot Rod.