...Cannot thieve the District as lies within the girl. Church. He nods his head with a fond smile, showing his agreement. He knows some in the Capitol would use that for slander. But none in Capitol would wonder what that makes of them, like he wonders if it holds true for him also. And whether he prefers that.

If thinks too long on that though, his thoughts fray at the ends, fuzzing into tv static and floating into dust, and not the kind what glitters in the light like is the case in here, the windows wide and lovely.

He touches his chin and considers that too. Then he touches on the first black thing in the room he sees, and the first white. He does a gesture of weighing between the two. He'll need to know what she wants before he can make an order, naturally. He may even have some around.

As for her recklessness, he lets it slide. For now. He'll be watching close though.