Jason's gaze closes off slightly, as if he's wrestling a rude comment that could be trying to make a break for it out of his throat. Mentors aren't untouchable the way Avoxes or even Tributes are, and different circles of the Capitol see them either as quaint lovers or perfect genetic donors. The idea of ever having a relationship with someone who had been in an Arena, from a District, makes Jason's skin crawl, but he also understands he doesn't share the majority Capitol view on that; nor can he truly differentiate between whether it's the idea of having children by a Mentor in general or being a father in general that so disgusts him.

"Can't say patience was ever my strong suit, so I'll have to ride on intensity. You have a better outlook than I do." He brings a hand up and absentmindedly rubs the leg of the spectacles poking out of his pocket, stopping himself short of pulling them out and fiddling with them - Cal would certainly recognize them to be off-brand. "I keep thinking every Hunger Games is a chance for me to get a better roster. It's like playing dice."