There's a stillness that overcomes him when Steve's hand moves, fingers, nails to his throat. It's such a gentle thing, yet animal, something that makes just a small spike of adrenaline. A surprised kind, a kind that gives him a shiver once he's done and settles his hand back down.

Is he breathing? He remembers breathing is a thing. "Don't rip my throat out just yet. Still got a job to do first."