He felt the usual strange warm thrill that happened when someone of similar skill and strength took him on. Like all his other battles, he remained silent even if stealth was not something that happened here in bed. It was his turn to be a bit surprised when the blanket was used against him, and he struggled against the material from tangling up his arms.

His legs clamped on any part of Steve that they could find and the blanket was not doing so well against their combined strength. He personally didn't care about ripping material, just another victim of their play as he got his flesh arm loose and swung a fist in the approximate area he thought Steve's shoulder was.