Stephen drops himself back against the arm of the couch -- not spilling a drop of that wine, by the way -- and rolls his eyes.

"I know, I know. Ugh. There's a difference between looking out for someone and letting them walk all over you, and I'm kind of burned on sticking my neck out for Tributes."

Another swallow of the wine, to go with the whine.

(He says he's burned, and he feels burned, but this is a damn dirty lie. If one of his Tributes were in real trouble, he absolutely would go out of his way to help them. He wouldn't be able to help it.)