Soundwave hadn’t meant to challenge his leader, really, but the instinctive reaction to guard what was his was something a gladiator did not truly grow out of. He would have done the same if Rumble or Ravage was under scrutiny, as they had not only agreed that his deployers were off-limits to the somewhat sadistic leader, but.. again. His, and, while the spymaster was undoubtedly loyal to Megatron, he could and would stand his ground.
And, admittedly, the second of surprise from the [re]action and Blaster’s display deflated the warlord just enough. He’d perhaps jumped the gun, and to think he would doubt his most trusted underling so quickly; still, to keep appearances, his demeanor remained threatening—menacing—yet not nearly so livid. While Soundwave was below him in rank, he was still his most valued soldier, and, proven wrong, Megatron did not care to be in his poor graces. It was unlikely the slender flier would attempt to slight him, however.. respect for a fellow pit fighter, perhaps.
Albeit, the badge still did not explain why Blaster was here on his spymaster. Frankly, the warlord did not like it, and even more frankly, Soundwave did not care one way or another. He would accept punishment only for allowing Blaster on board without first seeking permission, and never for whom he chose to keep company. That was not his leader’s business so long as his company was Decepticon, which this one just so happened to be.
Soundwave settled his ruffled plating, looking at his leader with completely neutral expression—a thing Soundwave was renowned for. While it was not terribly secret, he sent the next transmission solely to Megatron. An answer he would have.
//It is exactly as it looks. He has chosen to keep this one company, and had planned to apprise you of his visit. However, regrettably, it seems as if this one is.. distracting. He offers you his apologies.//
Megatron was vastly unmoved, even if he was significantly calmer now. He sighed, staring pointedly at Blaster, judging him; there was no need for him to speak directly at him yet [as the red carrier was so far beneath him]. Whatever made the spymaster choose such a weak looking Decepticon was beyond his comprehension, and may have rankled him some. Soundwave could have been his! Yet.. no matter how he might have invited his quiet lieutenant, the large mech had been rejected.
He spoke, glowering. And, although the words were directed at Soundwave, his optics never left Blaster. “I see.. However, the next time you choose to bring your mate aboard the ship, do well to notify me first.”
Never mind that Blaster didn’t hear Soundwave’s half of the conversation; Megatron didn’t care.
After another moment, the warlord added on. “For now, he may stay, but I expect you to remain punctual. Is that clear?”
Well, if he’d asked an explanation from Blaster, the only one that would have come out would have been a short ‘I fell asleep on him.’ Still, it was a bit unnerving to have the warlord scowling at him so. He was doing his best to not fidget, because he was not sure what he was supposed to say or do in this situation.
Blaster wanted to shrink back at the tone and words, even if the EMF had calmed down a little. He really did not like being on the receiving end of such a look. Though the comment on their relation status made him freeze, before ducking his helm. That…that was what awkward was made of.
Still. If Soundwave wasn’t going to correct him, neither was Blaster.