Optimus paused. Something, some half buried impulse, had him make an exaggerated show of considering this with an audible back and forth rumble of his engines. Perhaps simply to amuse Ratchet, perhaps not.

In any case, he said, "If you prefer it that way..." and lowered the boxes carefully to the floor, rearranged them so that he would only carry the two heaviest, and lifted them again. "As my navigator commands."