Steel watched Lee and the guards with a wary eye. He never quite made eye contact, but he absorbed in every detail of what was going on. At least his waiting was over with. They could do something--talk, whatever. He didn't care at this point. Anything was better that sitting around like this. He could still feel his anxiety boiling under the surface though. He wouldn't show it while the guards were there, but he knew where he was about to go and it weighed heavily on his mind.

"I think they have the right idea being scared of you," Steel said quietly once he was alone with the other man. He heard the tone Lee talked to the guards with. There was something about him that instilled fear. Steel found that he was less afraid of Lee than he was of the guards though. Something deep down kept him calm, so that he was able to stand up without hesitation. He looked right at Lee, not backing down, but otherwise not moving. He lifted his hands. "Are you going to put those wrist binds on me now?" A slight raise of an eyebrow. He knew Lee would. They were supposed to be prisoner and interrogator after all.