Giving an inelegant squawk at the insinuation, Starscream slapped his lover's shoulder in a show of mock-outrage. "I'm not on it that much!" he protested, and pretended to sulk. "I'd much rather be outside most of the time." He missed the sky; he missed flying. And it had only been a few days---it would probably drive him a bit mad (or rather.. more mad) if he was denied his wings for much longer. But then, on second thought.. perhaps if he were in his real body, Skyfire would be taken from him. So.. he could endure. If he got too stir-crazy, he supposed Skyfire would at least understand why. After all, his bond-mate was a flier, as well---not a Seeker, perhaps, but still.
"You're so mean to me, Skyfire," he sulked, pretending to be highly put-out. To be honest, though, he didn't mind the teasing---it was reminiscent of their time together before the war. Starscream, high-strung and proud, and Skyfire, amused and teasing. Who else in the entire galaxy could calm him so easily?
Realising that he'd been silent for several moments, he gave the other man a smile, leaning up to kiss him briefly before turning them down another street. "We can stop by a library, too, if you like."