Nothing deflates an angry Decepticon like someone who barely comes up to his knees laughing at his yelling. Fweeeeeeeeee.

"Because you've barely existed long enough to know anything!" That's what.

He has a retort but it clatters from his vocalizer. Yeah, he knows more than a little about not wanting others to suffer what he has. It's the whole reason he fought: so no one would have to live as he'd had to, in the gutters, forgotten, ignored.

So the best he can do is take the weapon seriously, testing the blade against one finger. "Good blade," he says. It's not praise: if it was junk, he'd say so. "Blooded it yet?"