"Mm," Steve... acknowledges. Not really more than a faint sound, while he gets the cloth wet and then soap onto it. He hadn't been delusional enough to think they weren't observed or listened to before - the devil's palace, in hell - and he isn't exactly afraid of that, now.

He is however acutely, consciously, aware of it. Something in the immediacy, probably. That makes him a little more physically tense and has him using way fewer words for the moment and more aware of what comes out of his mouth.

Overall, that's probably a good thing.

Meanwhile: "You're supposed to be telling me about your husband." He still wants to know. And even more wants Zerxus talking.