"Okay, if you insist." Starscream itches at a neck cable delicately, enthused by that laugh. If nothing else, he's probably given Rung more to muse on than the shame of having ceded to his own fear (something that he, as a Decepticon, was afraid of doing a lot).

"You--" He paused. He'd honestly never given someone the opportunity to tell him to stop talking and have them decline to use it. In fact, they mostly tried to use it when he hadn't given them the invitation, so this was ...new. And the Seeker was having trouble hiding his bafflement for a few seconds, trying to figure out how best to answer that.

"...well. Thanks. Lucky for you, bad taste isn't a crime."