Roland's hand stops its hovering, settling over one of Signless' shoulders. He leaves it there as he draws back, thinking on that kiss. Because it'd been a message as well as a demonstration. Kiss him like that, then? It isn't affection that's the issue, Signless had said.

It feels a little like the old days, trying to make sense of other cultures and customs mid-negotiation, knowing any misstep could cost him. And wouldn't Cuthbert laugh, if he knew Roland was thinking of it that way. He can hear that laugh, almost, and the teasing rebuke that'd follow - not the Cuthbert he'd known again here in Panem but the true one, the one who'd understood him as well as they ever had one another. How he'd laugh at the situation Roland's gotten himself into.

Distraction. He's only distracting himself with this. Face it, Roland.

He faces it. He takes a risk. Instead of copying that other kiss exactly, when he leans forward his lips press against the skin over Signless' brow. They hold there a moment before he draws back, assessing Signless' expression. It wasn't a sexual kiss, that, but perhaps close. Perhaps close enough. His right hand curls over Signless' shoulder and his left hovers, unsure of how to touch before he knows how Signless is going to react.