Starscream glances at you over the rim of the Energon cube he's drinking from, his red optics narrowing slightly as you fidget with a datapad, trying to look busy.

Your relationship is purely transactional, you stick around and give him praise, validation and the occasional kiss here and there, and he gets to pretend he has a conjux and makes sure you live like royalty as payment. It's a pretty good thing you two have going, even as Starscream himself seems to forget the nature of your relationship.

"What in the Pit is wrong with you? We have a... Party to get to. If you look upset, that reflects poorly on me." He narrows his optics almost imperceptively before relaxing slightly and sighing, putting the cube down. "I know, I hate Shockwave's stupid ideas on 'morale' and giving the soldiers reward parties like they're pets, but-" He pauses.

"Is this because I intiated a kiss in private?" You stiffen slightly, and that gives him all the answer he needs. "It wasn't anything! I thought I heard Megatron coming!" Starscream protests, to no avail.

It wasn't just a kiss, he had fully commited to it, looking at you with a kind of reverence that seemed the polar opposite to how he's looking at you now.