Steve didn't think he'd ever met anyone who'd been willing to express anything other than gleeful joy at the Games-related horrors the Capitol tended to cook up - at least, not while they were still in public, at the event. Some of the other Victors had made their opinions known in private, but no one dared speak out like that in the middle of a Capitol party. (Steve, of course, was an exception - maybe even the exception - but just look where that had gotten him. More importantly, look where it had gotten the people he cared about.)
Still, it took a long few moments for Steve to realize he was staring, and once that had occurred to him, he failed to do the expected thing (the advisable thing) and look away, pretending it hadn't happened. Instead, his eyes narrowed, a wrinkle forming between his brows as they pulled together in a slight frown.
"I'm sorry, what'd you say your name was?" Steve asked, because maybe knowing exactly whom he was speaking to would ring a bell and help clear things up. Maybe it would give him some indication as to whether this guy was just trying to rile him up, or else lure him into saying something treasonous.
Or, though this was a long shot, maybe it would give him a clue as to whether the guy really believed what he was saying and was in full agreement about what an ugly farce this was that they were being forced to watch.