"Looks more like a carjacking to me," he replied, in his usual smooth and even tone. "Kind of stupid to do. By a lawyer's house, and all."

He stood up and walked a few feet closer to the edge of the roof, readying himself to either throw the shingle or leap at his foe if necessary. And knowing the bad temper and gluttony for punishment the other possessed, as well as having guessed at how much Starscream would hate him for what he'd done, well. It probably would be.

At least it had waited until they were both outside.