The pure insistence from the Decepticon should be something that Ultra Magnus takes as an insult or out of line.

He doesn't.

Calmly, Ultra Magnus sits down, rooting around into his kibble until he pulls out a bag, offering it to Misfire. It's full of snacks, processed to be digested by Cybertronians. Energon, make into crisps and chips.

"Fortunately, you're correct. I did bring you something."