That explains why the armor was so bloody, and the scent of it was so fresh. It also explains the distant tone in Zerxus' voice.

"Down," Steve says, immediately and firmly but gently, pushes the man back toward sitting in the nearest chair. "Work with me and sit down, please."

Can devils even die? Steve doesn't know, exactly, but he doesn't want to find out. He needs Zerxus to sit, he needs to get that leather out of the way and see where this is all coming from and at least try to do something about it.