Tigressa growled as Knockout approached her. She was never fond of letting anybody near her, but it was for the best at the moment.

"Now, now, Big Girl, all I'm going to do is a simple checkup on your system and then your free to disembowel your usual 'prey.'"

The monster let out a short roar of approval and laid herself on his medical berth.

The medic typed a few things before activating his scanner for anything out of the ordinary, despite her bodily functions were slightly different from a Cybertronian's. The device beeped as he lowered it to her abdomen.

Data streamed onto the screen quickly, but Knockout's normal expression changed to one of horror as he read it.

"Um…Tigressa, what exactly have you been eating lately?"

The tiger-dragon gazed at the red Aston Martin with still no words to input to him other than a growl and possibly a whine. He never knew whether she wanted to be truly mute or never chose to talk unless the situation called for it like Soundwave.

"Okay, Sweetspark, I'm afraid if you won't tell me what you've devoured, I'm going to have to open you up. Knowing you…"

He received a hiss after he mentioned the last part.

Knockout wasn't a stranger to threats, whether verbal or non, but it grew increasingly bothersome. If he couldn't do his job the way he suggested, there always seemed to be complications.

"Alright, fine. If you don't want a problem fixed that may turn into something bad within a few days, don't come to me complaining," he countered as he backed away from the stubborn bot.

"After all, the 'mighty' dragon femme doesn't need anybody's help," he smirked while his back was turned on the malicious Kanjian.

As he began to walk away, he heard her move and felt her claws capture his wrist. To his surprise, she was gentle, and he also had to admit, it was shocking.

Suddenly, a dark feminine voice whispered in his audio receptor which made chills rattle down his spine. "Please, do not go. I will be patient if you must access my internal organs."

Knockout's grin widened, "I'll only be able to if you return to the berth, my dear."

He turned back around again and felt her hand slip away from his. He observed the fact that she had finally obeyed an order from the Decepticons, and more importantly him.

She now lay there, waiting for him to return almost like a pet waits for its master's command or action. Her tail rested on the ground near him, hitting the ground once in a while. She was becoming obedient, domestic even. All it took was time and patience, and for once, it made him feel like he was a king in his Medbay.

His smile never left him as he made his way back to her. He could tell this was the beginning of an unintended relationship that may be set to his advantage.