He might have silenced conversation, but there was plenty of sound filling that residence. Effie wasn't quiet about the actual Dirty Deed; she only acted prudish about it around people like Tributes.

Later, when she lay beside him on the rumpled-up bed, she closed her eyes and pictured herself back in the Capitol -- walking down a cool, shaded street, beside fountains dedicated to the greatest heroes of Panem. Presidents and administrators, past and present, represented in marble and granite.

Somehow that image didn't bring as much comfort as it usually did, so she tried to re-direct her daydreaming. Ah, that was better...A closetful of shoes.