[If he doesn't say anything. If he doesn't acknowledge it, he can just keep pretending that he said nothing. That said, with each syllable that comes out of her mouth, it gets the mech blushing again and looking away to hide that blush.

Nope, still not acknowledging!

Thanks Primus, the distraction attempt seems to have gotten her interest. Although the question gets a slight pause from Soundwave.]

I... had a favorite. His poetry was what made me realize we have the ability to crave our own path and to not be forced to bow to anyone. His words helped me became the mech I am today. [A pause. His hand on her side pushes her closer.] Although.... I have no respect for that mech any longer.

[There's so much history between them. He could simplified it, really. His words and ideals still live strong in him, he will still quote his poetry at times, but he can't say he feels anything but strong negative feelings for his "favorite" poet nowadays.

His head tilts back down to Monika.]

Can you... share one of your poems? I would like to hear some. If you are willing, that is.