He was grateful for the assist, but Glory was only getting more pissed off. "Go," he told Alec when she made the threat. He wasn't letting him get hurt any more than he was willing to let Maria get hurt. Call him crazy, most did after seeing his patriotic ensemble, but he still cared about the kid. He hadn't given up on him.
"Not a vampire, a soldier," Steve corrected and suddenly began to cough up blood. Not a good sign. Especially if there were vampires around. Him and Alec's blood would smell delicious. Who knew what the zombies would do if they caught a decent whiff.
Steve looked at her and then back at Alec and closed his eyes. "Ruin her shoes if she doesn't take off. It will hurt her more than taking a shot at her body."
There you go, Glory. Maybe he wasn't so dumb after all. If your outfit was pissing you off, surely the idea of one of these guys ruining those oh so hard to find designer shoes had to be a reason to back off. "Blow them to hell." He chuckled at his own joke. A bad joke. The chuckling was half due to delirium.