Starscream perked at the clear signs of relaxation, feeling as proud of himself as anything, and promptly rolled over - carefully - to lie on his front in lieu of reclining back against his wings. Getting them scuffed would be the worst thing, but since Rung seemed like he wanted to relax and settle in for the duration - and hadn't indicated to Starscream that he ought to leave.

"Oh, yeah, not a problem. Won't be a problem for several hundreds of thousands of years, unless I miss my guess. Were you worried? Or is it just mechs you worry about?"