"Superfluous? I wouldn't know about that. I wear a helmet. Need it to keep all my brains inside where it belongs." Rico brings his knuckles up to his chin, thoughtfully. "Though I suppose you wouldn't exactly have those, do you? Being a robot and all."

Did Rico just imply that Megatron had no brains? Pretty much. Seeing that he's gained no reaction other than to pick up another drink, his brows furrow in annoyance behind his helmet visor, and he places the flat of his palm on an unoccupied part of the throne.

“So this is a trophy?" he asks, a challenge in his voice. He could be referring to the throne, but the way he tilts his head to the side means it to indicate the landscape around them as well.