Megatron's expression is deathly still as Drift wraps fingers around his wrist to keep his hand away. Megatron doesn't attempt to break his grip, but an enormous coil of energy remains at the other end of that hand. All the barely contained energy of a pit fighter right before the start of a match, ready in an instant to explode to action and overwhelm what was in front of him with sheer ferocity. The words Drift picked now were critical, straddling the line between keeping the distance between them and inviting that arm in his grasp to snap free and retaliate.

But Megatron doesn't make the first move. He watches, and listens, allowing Drift to make his point without interruption.

Unexpectedly, some of the tension seems to evaporate as Drift releases his hand and takes a few steps back. The Decepticon was many unpleasant things - proud, quick-tempered, and exceedingly violent - but he respected someone who stood firm far more than he did a coward that bent to him. It's part of the reason he had taken favor to Drift back when he was a Decepticon, and it looks like Drift still had personality trait in him.

"We will see about that."

He still stares down, smoldering red, but there is no immediate intent to escalate.

"I swore the oath, whatever legitimacy that grants to you," he knew that from a Decepticon it meant little,"Our war can conclude once the threat of the Chronoblivion is dealt with. There is no point in conquering a doomed universe."