He is afraid, and visibly so, now. This conversation was getting more and more stressful by the minute, and it was really starting to fuck with Starscream in a bad way. It was beyond him why this troll was so ridiculously invested in Cybertronian business, and the fact that he thought that he had any right to criticize was incredibly insulting.

Starscream shrinks back and grimaces, red optics boring into red eyes. "Alright, so what is your point? You expect me to just cower here and let you be on your merry way then?" he snaps, hysteria rising in his voice. "If the only two options here are for one or the other of us to leave that device, do you really think that just because you've managed to talk around me that I will suddenly be okay with turning such a device over to you? You are sadly mistaken if that is the case."