Finnick hums and smiles, trying to keep his breathing even.

"It's nice that she tries, though."

Finnick nods back, agreeing that the wings would complete his look perfectly. He's a little breathless, really not used to being the one charmed, and he can't find it in him to resist or stall them longer.

"Sure."

He downs the rest of his drink in one gulp and looks to the bartender.

"We'll take this to a room of yours."