[Swerve is expecting some earth-shaking stomps, and something large enough to be mistaken for a building. He is not expecting something that's actually pretty normal-sized for a cybertronian. He looks at the acolyte then back at "Nexus", looking for signs of shenanigans.]

Yeah... You don't seem like the pranking type. Still, I was kinda expecting him to be a little, y'know, taller? Like way bigger than this. But, uh, I guess I was wrong?

[Pardon him while he just sidles up next to Nexus Piece and quickly runs a finger across the nearest bit of plating just to catch the make-up and age of the metal. So courteous. So smooth.]

So you're the patronForged of engex and high-grade and all that other good stuff, right? Right. You've gotta be, since I heard the whole thing from Wing. Apparently you're providing for the bar? So what I wanna know is... what can I do to get you to maybe be a little more generous with provisions.

[He points at Nexus for every mention of 'you' and himself for every mention of 'I'.]