Sponsors have come and sponsors have gone; the help's been nice, but Bull could do without the little show that's required of him in return. He's never had to do much in proving his worth, to show that their sponsorship would be put to good use. His size and the horns do it all, his humor, his attitude, likeable to most and winning them over with his charm.

Bull had seen the way she had straightened her posture and had finished her drink. He wishes he'd thought to grab himself one along the way. Could help in the way she's blatantly checking him out, although seeing her middle finger fly in the direction of the camera does make him chuckle low in his throat.

Clearly she has no love for the Capitol. Bull can't blame her for that.

"You might need more than the one," he answers as he pulls out the chair and lowers himself down, muttering about the cape, draping it over the side. "What was it?" Bull nods to the empty glass, leans back in the chair as he tosses the place card onto the table.