Dorian barely thinks twice about the Avoxes. He doesn't even notice that they can't speak. They seem to be the Capitol's versions of slaves, which only settles in his mind the similarities between here and home. There's nothing he can do about that, and there are much more disturbing things to deal with.

Like Cole trying to eat whatever random food is being set in front of him.

"I was wondering if you'd feel hungry," He says personably as he slid down onto the bench across from him. As if the conversation a couple days ago never happened. "Though I..." He trailed off as he picked up a pickle and sniffed it, made a face, and put it down. "I think we may have to do something about your choice of eating habits."