"Maybe they're from jungles and we're both wrong." Jason shrugs. "Will he be allowed to eat the minks? I read somewhere that tigers are supposed to eat meat and not plants or potatoes or anything like that."

Look, he's the peak of Capitol learnedness.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. "Maybe just for you in lingerie, instead of Ms. Claus. But I do..."

His voice lowers, gets serious for a moment, "I do have something to talk to you about it. It's Sinclair again. I know you're no happier to talk about him than I am."