It's the answer he expects, but he doesn't expect John to the move to kiss his neck. The way he does it is so unusual to Finnick- he's more used to fast, hungry, and rough. John almost seems to ask permission by tilting Finnick's chin up with his nose, which Finnick readily complies with, and then the kiss is surprisingly tender. Sweet, sensual.

"Mmm..." It's lovely. Finnick's eyes fall shut and his head tilts back even further as he hums his pleasure. The hand in John's hair moves to cup the back of his head, holding him there. His other hand creeps up John's thigh, slowly. His eyes crack open to glance at the bartender and other patrons, knowing the two of them are making a scene and might get a talking-to soon. Finnick will suggest they rent a room sooner or later, he just doesn't want to freak John out by bringing it up too soon.