A bare chortle hid under his breath -- as if he almost did not dare to suffer himself to smile. He did not stalk off and he did not cuss, but he certainly wasn't happy neither. Miss Trinket's presence in the house still bothered him. It bothered him lots. But he couldn't toss out a woman who was preparing food. Bloody hell, he wasn't certain he could toss out any woman.

"Brave, ma'am? Hardly. I'm a soldier; it is what I do." But as for her... "Of the two of us, you're the bloody brave one. Coming in here and trampling through the lass's kitchen."

The lass. Katniss.