I'd think shooting me for the offense of giving back as good as you gave me is a bit... excessive. Especially as we're talking about non-lethal projectiles made of frozen water.

[Jetfire carefully moves the snowball from hand to hand before he just... offers it to Starscream, helm cocked.]

And even if you're quite able and willing to perform certain actions, I am perfectly capable of defending myself.

[Or keeping you under (reasonable) control, Starscream.]