Wesley thought of the scotch he had in the back of a cabinet. With that thought came a sudden sharp mental reminder of a day he'd spent on the floor not too long ago, and he quickly shook his head to clear that image from his mind.

"No, but thank you," he said softly, offering a faint smile at Katniss. "Do you -- er -- I could get you some clothing? Er. I mean." The dark room might make it hard to detect the slight blush on his face as he added, "If you'd like to stay?"