He doesn't think it's touchy to want to do his job. He'd heard things about the Tributes and perhaps some part of him hoped it mere rumor but he supposes he can't be surprised. He keeps smiling.

I SEEK YOUR UNDERSTANDING, BROTHER. WE MAY WORK IN ALLIANCE WITH ONE ANOTHER OR YOU MAY DECLARE FEUD AGAINST ME, BUT I INTEND TO DO THE WORK I AM MOTHER FUCKIN PRESENT FOR. THE CHOICE IS YOURS.

Sorry Roland. He has no intent of letting you get away with mere jeans and a t-shirt for a professional interview, no matter how many times oppression is cried. He had intended to create compromise. Now he's tempted by petty retaliation.

DO YOU FATHOM?