They will absolutely have the time to learn everything about each other, Tarantulas will make sure of it. Ryja is his now, and he will allow nothing to separate them. Nothing!

Her hand is cold on his abdomen, but he presses into it anyway, raising his rear end and wiggling it slightly. "You can pet me, if you want to," he tells her encouragingly. "It feels nice." He nuzzles her again while he considers things. "It will be no struggle for me to treat you as female. When I visited Caminus, one of our lost colony worlds, the female Cybertronians I met there were very much like you. They were tall and strong, with curvy bodies --" One of his legs taps against the outside of her thigh indicatively, "and great strength of will. Although they are ruled by a parliament, the final authority on Caminus is the Mistress of Flame, who is said to interpret the will of the divine." Left unsaid is whether he believes this for himself, or if he even believes in gods at all. It's beside the point. He wants Ryja to know that he respects her, and that he sees nothing strange or worthy of scorn in her reality.