"Really. You should tell him that, some time," Starscream drawls in that awful smugly superior but weirdly enticing purr he likes to take on. "I don't think he got the memo."

He rises to his feet suddenly and starts stripping. Like hell he's going to keep waiting. He goes right back to watching Orion like a hawk, shirt bundled up in his clawed hands. "That, or you missed the memo about his command over everything. Either way..."