"Wouldn't everyone's Tributes be motivated then?" Jason shakes his head and keeps smoking. His upper lip has become a little damp from exhaling the vapor, the shadow he hasn't shaved since yesterday catching water droplets.

"Oh, I care about them. I care about them so much as I keep getting paid to make these Tributes represent them." He raises an eyebrow. "Seriously, Swann. Don't press it. Even if I agreed with you - and I don't - I wouldn't want to be hearing you saying things that could get us both hauled in for questioning."

Maybe he's paranoid, but given that his family's got a black mark for fraternizing with Avoxes, he doesn't want to risk it.