Steve's pretty aware of the domesticity of the scene, too, but he's not going to remark on it either. It's more reassuring than it might've been without the wolf influence, though, and that's say something. Probably something to do with dens and pack, but he's really not all that inclined to think too hard about it.

He finishes up putting things away and parks himself against a counter and more or less out of Sam's way, and gives a low, kind of amused, snort. "No more than you'd have to worry about any other kinda bullet." Which, you know, is true enough, really. He heals, he's impressive, but he's not bulletproof. "As far as I can tell, I'm basically the same as I was, except I can turn into a wolf. Senses got jacked up some more, though." A pause and - "Yeah, full moon makes changing ...not optional."