He, so far, did not suffer as Steve did, nor could he consider putting much stock into it, though he noticed. He simply ignored it as something that happened to Steve and was not particularly something that would involve him at all. However, a strange warm part of himself was whispering from what seemed like a long distance off, trying to make itself known but unable in the continued blanket of old abuse and training. It could have been some old lullaby for all he knew, and he paid as little attention to it as he did the fact that something between Steve's legs was against his bare thigh.

He considered the notion of a quest for food and shrugged his shoulders a bit, tightening his forearms on Steve's sides and letting his fingers stroke the immediate area just under Steve's arm pits. "I could eat, but I'm not hungry," he murmured in reply. "Unless you are?"