If it's possible for a crow to look unimpressed, Starscream has it nailed. It's pretty hard to sneer with a beak, but somehow, he's making it work.

He tilts his head, fixing a beady little eye on the object. It doesn't look particularly valuable... In fact, it looks downright repulsive. Goodness gracious, he is sick of bartering with these people who don't have the proper scratch to get in.

"And what, pray tell, is that exactly?" he asks, voice oozing with disdain.