"You're very hung up on that, aren't you?" Starscream chimes back, expression unflatteringly sulky. The truth of the matter was that without the ability to transform he was at a far greater disadvantage than he'd ever care to admit, and above all else there was a fear festering in his spark that he could end up captured in addition to being mode locked. It was a measure of how incredibly desperate he actually was to be risking coming to another person for assistance. As always, Starscream vowed to tread carefully. Whether or not someone was truly trustworthy at heart was irrelevant to him; fear and suspicion ruled above all else in his processor, and the only way to keep those fears from becoming reality was to maintain a strong upper-hand in all personal dealings. He made a mental note to be particularly mindful of that with this one.

After pausing for that brief moment, he continues: "It is only natural that you'd want proof of my claim. If you took everything I said at face value I would already be reconsidering coming forward to you with this offer for fear that you were actually an utter moron." He sincerely meant that as a compliment, in some way, and flashed a winning smile. "As I said before however, a meeting may be quite difficult due to the nature of injury. If you wish to discuss things further in person, you we will have to settle on a location with ample space."