She doesn't mean anything by it. She's very drunk and he knows his accent stands out sometimes. She means it more earnestly, rather than the whispers in the Capitol that make him want to vomit. But he still doesn't really know how to respond to it, so he just... doesn't, finishing up the wrap instead. The back of her hand in his palm, he pins the bandage in place. He doesn't have to say anything in this case. He doesn't have to flatter Jyn because she did it to him first.

"No. Very few of us ever get married." A few fall in love, he's sure, but with the lives they are forced to lead, it's difficult. Some of them fall further prey to the Capitol's whims, some of them fall to drink. Even winning the Games doesn't guarantee a happy future. It's hard to get married when half the people in the Capitol thrive on thinking they can have you one day. How would that look, their favorite Victors married?

He doesn't think marriage is on the table for him, nor even anything close to love to push him there.