He wants to say that there's nothing he can really do. The Capitol's made its mark on her, the same as they have on him. But he kisses her back instead, his mouth hard and hot against hers, one hand sweeping down her side.

His hips grind down against hers at the feel of her nails on his skin, and he inhales sharply. His hand digs into her hip, breaking the kiss so that he can return his attention back to her neck. Teeth scrape along skin as he trails biting kisses to her shoulder.

Little marks that make her real again, less Capitol.