He looks down, almost in surprise, at the sudden fingers wrapping around his wrist, warm and a little harder than necessary, like Steve thinks Danny's going to make a break for it, and this is just a warning, but it could be more than that. Could be deterrent, or cuff. When Steve's looking annoyed enough that Danny's not totally sure he would be against actually cuffing him somewhere, and not in the fun way.

"Okay, then."

He takes the last step needed to shift a little to Steve's side, reaches his free hand to Steve's side, fingers tucking at his shirt before reaching to press that cotton into skin. Other hand in Steve's fingers gone still and cautious. "So if I promise not to try and escape, will you stop blocking the door?"

Steve is stubborn, and more than a little archaic in his methods of getting things done, or keeping them from happening, and Danny's pretty sure he'd stand here all night, as long as he thought Danny might try to go away.

Which, okay, fine. He's still not sure he actually deserves to be here, and he's definitely sure Steve shouldn't want him here, but Steve seems to disagree, and there's not much Danny can do about that except pray it's not a preference that leaves any time soon.