"President Coriolanus Snow," he murmured, almost to himself, committing the name to memory and musing at how even the first names sounded Roman.

Unfortunately, even if Marius were in a better mood, the attempt at lightening the conversation would have gone completely over his head; since he was still very much confused and bewildered—and maybe even the tiniest bit infuriated now—he spared Don the oblivious and slightly stupid response. ("Are togas somewhat unfashionable in this world, then?")

His hands fell to his side again as he spoke. "How long have the Hunger Games been running? How long has he been a ruler?"