Cecil's attempt to slip out of the way of her arms fails miserably. He ends up with too much of her weight on him to get up in any way gracefully, caught in an awkward lean away from her that serves only to hold them closer together. He's not sure at what point in all of this his hands ended up around her waist, only that they are there now-- holding her further away, but at what cost?

"Look-- I don't want anything more!" he says, and he knows that she can hear him-- her ear is far closer to his mouth than he ever intended it to be. "I am here to watch the Hunger Games! I mean, I am also here for reasons of personal sponsorship, but that is completely secondary. And this is certainly not conducive to either goal!"