Auspex's scolding look bounces off Galvatron's boundless self-assurance like a peashooter off plate armour, especially since he knows he's right - there is no way in hell that anyone who knows the Decepticons would trust an outsider's assessment of their capacity for kindness. Not when so many idiots, victims and enemies have been snared to their deaths by idealistic overassessments of that very quality.

Ironically, for all that he can be the most vicious of all Decepticons, Galvatron is also, when the mood takes him, one of the most generous. "Who says you're going straight back to them, Scourge?" He grins. "Your alternate from my universe is outside with my Cyclonus. I came here to invite you to join up with us for a while and get used to being a Decepticon again!"

He shrugs, making it seem like a casual offer, like the most natural thing in the world. "I can always use an extra tracker on my staff!"