"Whatever helps one sleep at night," he purred, lightly amused, wine making lazy laps around the bottom of his glass with the gentle, idle flex of his wrist.

The picture of ease, he raised a pale - curious - eyebrow.

"I don't, as a rule. I have particular tastes that the Capitol generously caters to. But if it would make you more comfortable...?"

He trailed off, waiting pointedly.