[ his expression is largely stern - that serious gravitas that Prowl approached nearly every conversation with - except for the last bit, which makes a smile threaten to appear on his face. ]

Well, I appreciate that.

[ He grasps his drink with both hands, as if it might disappear at any moment. ]

You know the Ratchet I've worked with. I respect his skill, but you are nothing like him on a personal level. I don't think I could last ten minutes with him in a lab before we'd want to fight each other.