[The sound he makes is exasperated, but there's a hint of amusement he can't quite help in there too. Of course Steve would pick now of all times to dig in his heels. It's just what he does.]

Can it at least wait until we're not actively in danger? [Speaking of. He shifts back around just enough to confirm that he's no longer being spit at, then ducks down to find some place to drop Steve off.]

Pick a location. I can't aim well if I'm holding on to you.