"If you were going to do my hair with anything more than a comb, I'd be stock-still. Or unconscious. I'd rather not have to get my ear replaced." He takes an olive, pretending that he would still even have the money to have an ear grafted back on. Odds are he'd just have to go through the rest of his life lopsided.

Perish the thought. He half-smiles. It's almost like Jason's trying to flirt but failing miserably.

"I guess I can't complain that they trust me to control nine Tributes. It's not like I need to rely on anyone else to do the job for me, so long as I get to complain about the challenge of it."