He groans and practically plunks his chin down on the table to peer back up at Megatron with the most exaggeratedly pathetic look he can muster. He's perfectly lucid, but the high-grade is making his already absurd mannerisms more exaggerated than usual. "I swear, getting any sort of approval from you is like trying to turn water to Energon. What's a poor mech to do?"

Naturally he doesn't actually expect any real sympathy from Megatron. In fact, if nothing else he expects his behavior to be mildly irritating, his bait of choice when fishing for attention. Most of their interactions involved Starscream obnoxiously heckling Megatron at any rate, it was just a matter of what the intent behind it was in each particular case.

This time, he was actually starting to get mildly frustrated and impatient, even if his overall mood was generally positive. He wishes to be in control of the situation so badly, but getting Megatron to play along isn't going his way.