Say it LOUD!
"He's mine!"
She pauses, as if realizing what she has loudly stated, and the room immediately goes silent in anticipation. Finally, her optics narrow and she favours them all with a venomous glance. "Do I make myself clear?" she asks.
"You certainly do," Optimus replies. Everyone else nods hastily.
"See that you remember it," she says, all offended dignity, and sweeps out of the room.
Silverbolt stares wide-opticked after her. "I love that spider," he says to no one in particular, a besotted smile spreading across his muzzle. Cheetor snickers and Rattrap groans theatrically, muttering something about fools and love.