He reached up, touching the fingers on his cheek. The gesture was intimate, even for him, but Katniss was... she was special. He wasn't sure he would tolerate something like that from anyone else except Spock, and that said something. And it made him happy she thought well enough of him still to do that, despite the sometimes awkward reminders of their false relationship.

"We do, I had hoped you'd stop in the kitchen and get them," he huffed, rolling his eyes good naturedly. "But no matter! I know right where they are - Spock and his stupid system at work."

And thus, he tossed back the covers from his legs... revealing that he wore not pants or even boxers, but a mini-skirt. Yes, a mini-skirt, black and pleated and showing off a portion of leg and thigh that normally no man would want to show off. But he didn't have a choice, did he? So he swung himself out of the bed, shivering as his feet met the floor and smoothed out his garment, doing his best not to display a single hint of shame.

"I'll be right back," he informed Katniss and strode from the room, skirt swishing as much as a mini-skirt could.