"Stop that."
"What?"
"Don't give me that innocent act, Sideswipe. And those turbo-pup optics don't work on me."
"But – "
"No 'but's. Just stop."
"You're no fun."
"I thought we had already established that."
"Well, yeah. But, y'know, sometimes people change?"
"..."
"Okay, you don't. Geesh. Don't have to give me the evil optic."
"Clearly I do. You don't seem to learn any other way."
"Ouch, Prowl. Seriously."
"Pouting will gain you nothing."
"Works for Blue."
"You are not Bluestreak. And he doesn't pout at me. He pouts at Jazz."
"You, Jazz, he still gets his way."
"He is also still a mechling. You are not."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Prowl."
"No."
"Pro~owl."
"No. Ow. Stop that."
"Please?"
"How many times do I have to tell you no?"
"How many before you give up and say yes?"
"Not going to happen."
"You say that no~ow..."
"I'll say that fifty vorn from now, as well. Besides, you'll get bored eventually and find something else to pester me with."
"... You have a point."
"You haven't learned yet that I'm always right?"
"... I hate you."
"Good. Now go away. I have work to do."
"... Hey, Prowl?"
"What now, Sideswipe?"
"I don't actually hate you, you know."
"... I know."
