"Mmm, that's a good way of putting it," he murmurs with a smile against the drow's neck. But then he sits up a little straighter to look at him.

"Do you want to try biting me?" Finnick wants to figure out if he likes it or not, too. "I guess I'm... Re-experimenting. I've done a lot of things, but they were in a more... Forced context, so it felt like I had to like them... I lost the boundary between what I liked and what I was pretending to like. I'm trying to find it again."

But... He does like a lot of things, still.