Unfortunately that kind of feint isn't really an instinct, even after all these decades. He's already finished once Steve is out of one sleeve, so he just - drapes the shirt over one arm, and starts rummaging. He'll figure out what he's looking for later.

"He wanted a weapon to wield." That's what a champion is, in the end. Some gods care more about personal autonomy than others, but ultimately you're an extension of divine will. "That war is over, now, but he's not one to waste resources. Most of what I do is violent; these clothes are for...downtime. Or diplomacy, if he wants a laugh." There was a time when Zerxus could persuade and inspire allies, but it sure wasn't in the Hells.

He can hear it, when Steve finally wrestles the suit off and slips the pants on, and he does need to hand over that shirt, so -

"...They fit. Good." He'll just. Lightly toss the shirt over.