"Sushi?" He shook his head. "Nah. What do you have with petrol in it?"
That actually threw Swerve for a ringer. He paused, mouth slack, as he tried to digest what the other was saying.
"Petrol? Since when do you like anything with petrol in it?" he asked as he took a bouncy step back towards his bar.
Drift frowned. Since when didn't he? But, Primus, with his memory as it was, for all he knew somewhere in the million-year gap in his processor he had sworn off petrol.
But, he reassured himself, more than likely he just hadn't told Swerve. In the scant post-gap memories he'd retained, some couple month's worth in various states of fuzziness, he could not recall once having visited this bar. Obviously he wasn't a regular. Swerve probably just didn't know his tastes.
"Since when don't I?" he retorted. "Have you ever asked?"
