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Lieutenant's fin twitches at the little splatter of blood that lands on him from Sky's gesture. He'll do well to keep off of the wall of corpses and stay in Skyfall's favor. More or less.
As for the response to Dart, it earns a raised optic ridge, although it's hidden behind the mask. "Ah, I was more inquiring about him being your second-in-command. However, you have my silence and early congratulations to you both."
It's not uncommon for a commander and lieutenant to get together as they tend to spend most of their time with each other. They have to know each other well enough and show a strong enough bond for the rest of the crew to follow in accordance. Relationship or not. "I imagine a select few know as well," He inquires, "In order to keep this quiet there are few that would need to help cover your tracks after all. A medic, your third-in-command, or whomever you trust not to let this slip." Sky might not want to gossip, but Lieutenant will work to egg him on. "Honestly, do you think Commander Tormentor and I could have kept things to just ourselves with the cards we were delt?" He shakes his helm, "Would not have stayed between us for a week with some of the crew members we had."
The Decepticon met eyes with the victim on the table, only to shove the mech's helm back to face Skyfall. He's not anyone's savior here, so don't look at him for mercy. "Lieutenant." He firmly corrects. "Respect that, please." There is no room for nicknames with him.
"All four of them!" Energon covered servo sweeps grandly over to the other three mechs, grinning widely and looking down at the mech on the table.
"He wasn't keen on saying much, so I decided to help make sure he stayed quiet!" He chirped happily, servos clasping together with a wet squelch as his wings twitched and fluttered. Never not moving as he went back to work breaking and cutting the mech open under him.
"Dart? He and I have been together for... Oh, next week will be our tenth Vorn anniversary! Though, do keep quiet on it? I get enough whispers from the ship mechs looking for more juicy gossip to knaw on." He snickered, tearing out a fuel pump with a screech of metal and splatter of energon.
The mech under them gave a squealing noise, frame arching and trembling.
"Fascinating how much a spark can take before giving out, isn't it? I've had him put back together about... four times now!" A claw reached over and traced over the mechs chassis, right over the seem. "And he still hasn't offlined! My record is ten before the frame finally kills itself. But! I'm sure you aren't here to listen to be ramble! What can I help you with, Lieu Lieu?" He grinned, setting the fuel pump to the side and sinking claws into soft protomesh along the mechs exposed frame.
More squealing sobs left the mech as his frame jerked and twitched, single working optic looking over to Lieutenant pleadingly.
Save him from this deranged maniac.