"...It's like this, Miss Trinket," he went so far as to shake a finger. Perhaps his earlier falter with Sokka was getting his back up all over again. Sharpe wasn't a man who liked to lose, but Luceti had taught him to see his battles in new and perplexing places. "You damned well moved yourself in when no one was looking. Bit of a shite move, if you ask me, but so it is. However, this house is Katniss's. It ain't mine and it ain't yours and you will speak to the girl first before you drag any kind of a mutt in here."