[Of course he does, which is why he's making Steve take a gun anyway. For his own peace of mind, if nothing else. Sure, he knows Steve can probably punch one of these monsters - whatever they are - to a pulp, but that doesn't mean it'll necessarily be the best option.]

Who said I was even gonna get close enough to worry about the teeth? They'll be chasing after a dinner of grade-A dumbass. [Sam grins back at him, an answer to that smirk - a facial expression he's more than familiar with when it comes to Steve. It means that he's about to do something goddamn stupid, and Sam's just going to follow him and make sure he doesn't get torn into pieces. That's the goal, anyway.] Unlike some people I could name, I know when to keep my distance.