"You just said you're deadly as a giraffe on stilts. Maybe you need to consider exactly how heavy a giraffe would be if it fell down on top of someone." He does the hair-raking for her, and the resultant poof is just on the fashionable side of bedhead. "I'm fond of it."

He leans back against the bar, nursing his glass of water. "If that's an invitation, I might just have to go down the roster and complain about each Tribute one by one."