[ Ugh not appreciating that implication, guy. He draws back a little, loosing the glare in favor of a quick widening of his eyes — followed by an exasperated roll. He turns away, scrawls out something on a small note with a pen hidden in a pocket, and crumples it up to toss it over at Haymitch.

Should he chose to uncrumble and read it: ] Don't flatter yourself.