Tuck in your tail, little duck.

When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.

Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta." Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you." It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist. Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.