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"You fraggin' wish I would," Deadlock snapped back, and try as he might Starscream couldn't pick up the slightest trace of the furious charge that had to be lashing at his target's frame. Whatever else Deadlock was - inconvenience, grounder, a grubby mouthy streak of dirty tires and sharp optics hauled up from the depths of the Iacon pits specifically to annoy Starscream - Deadlock was a master of controlling his outward reactions to all of Starscream's most tried and tested seduction methods.
It wasn't as though Starscream wanted to give the impression that the grubby little groundkisser was right, but he was starting to get impatient, and what was a bit of fun even for if he couldn't change his mind along the way? So he smoothly moved into the next stage of his foolproof seduction technique, swooped down to crash their mouths together and fight into the berth the old fashioned way, and then somehow he wound up in medbay with chunks of his plating missing and Megatron snarling about Deadlock being inconveniently missing.
Specifically to annoy him, ugh.