Lydia...he likes the name. Not one he's heard, might be common in some of the other Districts, but he smiles and nods as his eyes move over her face. Burning it into his head with the name, letting it call up all manner of images he can put to paper later and maybe cut into a fresh bolt of fabric.

"As I understand I can speak more freely here? Suffice to say, life in the Capitol is--it's like dancing on knives, a balancing act that can end badly if you let yourself get too unsteady." he explains. "So, charm's a good weapon to have in your arsenal. I have it a little rougher than most given my heritage."