He released his hold when the joint gave away, fingers stroking fondly before his hands came to rest on the table on either side of Max's head. Overlord peered down at his captive with a satisfied smirk, his optics bright with a sick sort of glee fueled by those sounds that his captive had been making.

There would be so many more sounds too.

"Feel free to keep screeching, pet. I love the sound," he murmured, moving around the side of the table to give himself more access to all of his pet. A thoughtful sound escaped him and he reached out to trace the lines of the other's chestplating, contemplating what to do before he gripped and started to pull the plating apart.