"Yeah. Charlie's got a whole thing about rehabilitating sinners. Redeeming em to see if we can get to heaven. I ain't inclined to believe I can, but..." he waved a hand not fondling Finnick's gills. "Silly shit."

Anyway. "Big pink fluffy wings." He nodded approvingly. "Might be good incentive to do those quests eventually." Probably. Maybe. Angel dipped his hands down to grip the other man's hips and squeeze. "You wanna finish these drinks and head upstairs, doll?"