[Moran's eyebrow twitches slightly upwards at Finnick's joke, but he doesn't say anything. Not when half of that sentence applies to him as well, so yeah, he won't judge.]

Mainly you, hm? Good thing that you're not possessive or anything, or else I might get worried,
[he smirks, eyes flickering over to Finnick before being focused back on the map, taking in the different parts of the city, each marked in their respective colour.]

So acting in these plays brings you money, just like some actor. And this is what you need to do to survive in the rest of the city?