As expected, Melody became fully aware of it, but had decided it was best to keep her mouth fastened, mentally creating an imaginary zipper between her lips. However, it wasn’t left without a dramatic roll of her eyes. Melody had a tendency to do that around him. If eyes could sprain, hers would and would necessitate critical medical attention.
“No comment,” she retorted, followed by a little grin hinting in her lips. Once she got to her canvas, she began to sketch his figure promptly with a pencil, eyes flickering back and fourth, and then stopped. “Okay, you need to decide if your penis will remain erected or not,” she said bluntly with a hand on her hip. “Tell be before I sketch it out, because if I sketch it limp, and then Mr. Optimus Prime decides to erect, it’ll make me go mental,” she warned, wagging her finger at him.