Megatron's only reaction to the claws digging into his arm was a brief, disgusted grimace. "Do not push your miserable luck, Starscream. You are more use to me in the air than snooping through Decepticon ranks looking for traitors to blame for your own failures; if you believe you have any insights to offer on the matter of hidden Autobot espionage, you may report them to Soundwave."

With that, abruptly, the weight on Starscream's wing was relaxed, the hand withdrawn, those sharp claws as good as disregarded, and Megatron stood back, glaring down at him coldly. For a moment it seemed as if that was it, but his gaze strayed back to the damaged left wing, His eyes narrowed, and he rapped the damaged metal with a sharp knuckle, as if he were testing a piece of machinery. "Get that repaired."