As senseless as it was to be taking his frustrations upon a prisoner, he really did miss his partner. It would be unthinkable for him to not cope, somehow, would it not?

He walked through the nemesis' halls with a certain flare to himself, his walk being commonly recognizable upon the crowd very often. He took pride in polishing himself, and he also took pride of the way he presented himself. He looked at the weapon in his servos, humming briefly.

He could definitely use that.

The doors opened as he caught a glimpse of Starscream, mech he avoided because he was having a particular headache today as he strode towards the mech tied up.

He smirked, letting out a small whistle.

"I take a certain liking to seeing you like this, and I'm sure others would agree. What do you think?" His tone was low.

He pressed the barrel against your chin, forcing your chin upon with a little of too much force.

"Quite the specimen, really. Makes one wonder what kind of mechs the Autobots accept; You have quite the figure for a fighter. If I didn't knew any better, I would think they were accepting pleasure bots into their ranks."

He didn't mean that completely, but he really, really needed a break. He stared at you, all tied up. Then, he sighed.

"Let's start again. The intel."