Even the slight praise seemed to make him perk up. It was easy to. For someone who'd barely received a token "good work", being told things like "perfect" and "good to see you" were like being handed awards. His wings fluttered, and the closed, neutral expression faded into the slightest smile.

He stepped inside, nodding. "I tried to be," he said, quietly.

Once inside, he took up his usual place against the wall, all but flattening against it in an effort to occupy less space. Better that way -- more appropriate for what he was. But, really, all it took was the suggestion to make him step away. If that was what was wanted of him...

"All right..."

Even so, he sat on the very edge of the couch, perching there, and watching the Autobot expectantly.