What?  Prime….come to his ship?  Oh, scrap.  The thought of that was uncomfortable.  A Prime walking the safe peaceful halls of a Decepticon ship?  Nightmarish. 

“Well, I…”  Caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice the Prime stepping toward him.  Not till the large servo’s weight suddenly registered on his shoulder.  He tensed, plating crawling at the touch of that servo, as he realized just how close the Prime was.  The last time a Prime had been this close to him was in an attempt to gun him down.  He could still recall clearly the Dark Prime’s gun pointed at his helm.

He nodded his understanding as he stepped back, wanting to be free of the touch and just slightly out of arms reach…..just in case this Prime had any homicidal streaks in him.  Sometimes a split second was all you needed to get out of a deadly situation.

“If I may ask, what is the matrix that it must be guarded so carefully?”