[Minimus doesn't visibly smile back, as much as he wishes to match Megatron's expression.

He glances at the floor. He needs a reason to remain with Megatron other than outright affection. Or is it something else? He never dared to sit and think about what they might have become.] I should set up my desk. Perhaps-

[There! A printed copy of a painting. Perfect excuse.] Yes, I could hang this in my room. Could you assist me in finding a good arrangement for this on my wall?