Finnick laughs softly at the wink, looking down. Jeeeeeez, this place needs to stop putting so many pretty people in front of him, it's becoming untenable. As he listens quietly, he can't help but develop a crush on Dorian- he's pretty, yes, but there is also something very admirable about someone willing to perform music for others. Sharing a part of their soul, and mastering a skill in order to do so.

When the song ends, Finnick saunters up slowly, throws a few Bones in Dorian's case.

"Lovely."