They are different, she thinks. He's sweet and kind, instantly welcoming her to Caldera, and putting her at ease. A good man, as she had decided when they first met properly. Surely, such a man must have hands cleaner than hers. But she can't bear to tell him so, to make that warmth fade from his eyes when he looks at her. Which makes her all the worse.

"I never thought myself a romantic, until I met him. Then I found myself utterly consumed." But there was something more interesting in what he had said. "You're married?" Would the woman mind--No. Finnick did not have the make of a philanderer. It must be as it is with Solas and Beleth, where the two have a firm enough foundation that idle flirting like what they've engaged in is no trouble. "She must be quite the woman, to snare a man like yourself."