"Sure, no problem," He plays it off light, but his spark is doing a pleasant (or would that be relieved) little flicker of acknowledged competence.

"He likes being useful. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not put to work. That's a great resource, and I know you wouldn't take advantage of how manipulatable he is." Is that a word? Starscream doesn't care.

"...Look, what I said before, about coming to see you? We don't have to do that. And it's not because I don't think you can handle your workload, either."