Jet groaned and wrapped his arms behind Albert's neck to press a quick but hard kiss on his husband's lips. Once he'd pulled away a moment later, his smile had turned into an amused smirk. Albert had a knack for making the sharp edges around a situation seem more menacing rather than making them shine like a silver lining. It was frustratingly endearing.

"You're such a wet blanket. I get a pass and the first thing you ask me is if I've sold my soul." He shook his head and pulled away to fold the papers and stick them in his pocket. "I just promised to do some promotional stuff, nothing life or limb-threatening."

Truth was, he didn't know what it entailed fully, just that he'd have to do something for the Capitol in return for this, the uncertainty was what he got for not being specific, but he thought it was worth it. For Albert, whatever it was, it was worth it.