Scourge cowered under the taller man's gaze, realizing for the first time that he'd overstepped his boundaries far too much. The little weed fell from his fingers. "I-I'll talk to him," he whimpered. "Make him see how it is. He's an organic, he doesn't know how we work."

Properly, he shouldn't have been so attached to Superboy, but the organic had been the first person here he'd actually been comfortable around and people like that were few and far between in the Decepticon ranks and he really wanted to hang on to this one.

Especially when the other options were either a very unlikely death or Superboy hating him for getting him into such a position.