It's absolutely petty to take any pleasure in seeing Megatron rankled, especially when that's often a prelude to something much more dangerous, but Drift does, just a little bit. He shifts his gaze back ahead of him, increasing his stride. Megatron can follow him to his front door if he wants; Drift's just going to close it in his face.

"I don't know, Megatron," Drift says, his voice back to level now, even calm, "your taste in leisure activities has always been pretty esoteric."