Steve shakes his head. "Nothing I noticed, anyway. Any trouble with getting settled?" He is going to absolutely lose his mind trying to paying this much attention to not just what he says but what is and isn't a fucking question.

Maybe it'll turn second nature.

He crawls onto the mattress and even under the blanket. He's at least mostly naked and in a lower level of hell -- but it's still hell.

No hesitation or outward complaining, at least. No shyness or discomfort, either. "I should probably have removed more of your clothes first." ...That sounds bad, but it's not innuendo. It's just a fretty kind of worry and realization.