[The sudden intensity of his focus throws Merlin off, and Steve succeeds in sweeping him to the ground. He lands flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He's going to bruise in the morning. Particularly because Steve is right on top of him. Not that he minds that part so much, he's finding.

He simply works on catching his breath for a moment, shifting slightly under him to free his arm.]

I'm flattered, then. There's only one other person who can keep up with me, too, and he's running this organization.

[Any thoughts of Harry are like background noise in his mind right now, though, and he can't quite put a finger on why, but now he's a little distracted by how close they are.]