Shotlock frowns, his charm not working as well as he would have hoped. He feels kind of bad with the suddenness at which Optimus pulled away, but he isn't sure what set the Prime off.

He gives a bit of a puppy-dog type look, both hands now back on Penumbra for sake of finding something to do with them.

"One more shot, and then I promise I'll go get checked out. You can come with me and make sure that I do it and everything."