Steve didn't go around trying to look like he could snap necks, it was just something that happened. But he didn't so much give the vibe of a neck snapper, he was more eager Golden Retriever than surly violence. But of course if he'd needed to snap Steve's never he could. But he doubted some further questioning about the state of things would cause any ill-will.
Which was maybe why he'd brought up gay marriage in the first place, to let this new comer know that any old fashioned beliefs wouldn't be welcome here, in a place where there were all strokes and all folks. Steve cared too much about the people there, he wasn't about to allow any ignorant and hurtful talk in Starklandia.
"I was a Captain in the army," Steve explained as he shook his hand. "Let's sit," he said as he steered them toward where there was a small pile of trees Steve had pulled from deeper in the woods, to dry out and be used for firewood.