Wheeljack studies the jet for a moment. Greedy or arrogant as his tone might have been, there was also something . . . innocent about it, as with everything so far from the young Seeker. More and more the old engineer's sure that the jet's not willfully difficult so much as . . . underdeveloped? There might be a glitch in his core processing.

"That I wouldn't doubt," he murmured in a wry tone at the last comment, then looked around the table. "Ya know, on second thought, I guess I am feelin' kinda hollow. Since this is already here . . . I'll claim this. Oooh, an' those too, those look good." He'll reach for some random items on the table, fully expecting to be stopped.

Does he actually want any of it? Okay, the energon goodies do look good, but he can order his own. Right now, he's hoping to make a point and hopefully teach the young jet something.