"To a Cybertronian, ten thousand years is merely the space between one flicker of the spark and the next, my heart. I've lived nearly five million years, most of those alone."

He snuggles close to her, pedipalps twitching against her soft bosom. "I'd much rather you came to live with me," he murmurs. "My house is small and a little cramped -- I've been using most of the space for my business -- but I could remodel. I'd be very happy to make space for you."