Nick's frown spans from Ellis to Rochelle and back again as he shakes his head at the mere concept of a Sewer Arena. Nobody would watch that, Capitolite's like their murder but he doubts they have the stomach for that.

"Yeah, yeah. I promise I'll keep you both loaded till you either win or get yourselves out. Scout's honor. Free drinks and ladies at my party and all that." Is the fact that he was a Scout surprising or not? More importantly, is it believable? Probably not.

He's about to address the matter of handsome men at his crowning, but then the mood darkens into something twisted and horrible and so does his face. "Oh no, no. I came out thinking the two of you wouldn't embarrass me in public." He shirks away protectively, glowering at both of them and lifting his drink as if that will ward them away.