The state of his funds makes him cringe. The truth was that he was already deep in debt - it would surprise the average Capitolite just much it cost to have a private, unrecorded session with a Tribute, and he would rather not know what a Capitol loan shark was like. This thought soon becomes the least of his problems as Phi drops the last word he wanted to hear. Sigma fumbles the fork above his serving plate and withdraws his hands from the table, the tension between them set to ignite. He holds Phi's gaze warily, expression blank and perfectly still. Financials forgotten.

"Where did you hear that?" His tone is even, but critical. He need not waste his energy on excuses yet; it was perfectly possible that this was her idea of a joke.