Glit laughs out loud. "Glit. Glit of Stanix. And saints are boring. Or bored. Or both or...something like that."

He stretches a little, preening just a bit. If Tony wants to look at him, why not let him?

"Ravage is my sib. We're the same experimental model, and our sparks came from the same harvest, too. Lord Soundwave is his conjunx--his husband. There's an Embassy here, didn't you know? An entire nest of Decepticons. Most of whom are much bigger than me."

Glit winked at him. "But not as pretty." He caught the bartender's attention and ordered an oil cocktail, as per Tony's suggestion.