She wanted to slap him. She really did. Instead, she simply took hold of his shoulders again and gave him a single firm shake. "No, it really isn't. It's your job to help them adjust to Capitol life, to get sponsors for them, and to make sure they're prepared for when they enter the arena. You're not their personal trainer. You're their escort. You need to keep that straight."

Her words were likely too harsh for him to handle, though she realized it just a moment too late. He looked so hurt, so much like a sad little boy. It just about broke Jennifer's heart, until she remember that he wasn't some helpless little kid. This was a grown man sitting before her, weeping like a spoiled brat. Her scowl, unfortunately, was quick to return.

"Are you going to carry on like this or are you going to act like an adult and talk this out with me? I'm sure I have your mother's contact information available if you need someone to soothe you." Her tone was cold, but she was mostly bluffing, to egg him into knocking it off.