The smell of burning blood is... really, really not great. It mingles in with the scent already in the air to something thick enough (at least to Steve) to feel like it's coating the back of his throat. It's something he can taste, and results in a slow rolling wave of nausea.

He doesn't quite manage to stop the teeth bared grimace that comes with it. Dismisses it and fixes his expression back to merely uncomfortable pretty quickly, though. More worried about the blood being there to start with.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm gonna stick with your first advice which was to worry about my soul instead of my safety." Brace yourself now, is the warning behind what mostly sounds like (gentle) snark. "He's probably not the only one. He's just the only one who'd have a personal problem with me. Though I guess whoever and wherever his army came from would apply there, too."