How odd. Eames tilts his head a little to look at Finnick a little more closely. He knew Finnick was raw and angry, from something, or maybe he's just always been that way. Either way, he'd never have guessed the man was soft under all that too.

He has no interest in tarnishing Finnick's happiness though, even if just for the night. It might seem foolish to him to fall in love, with a mortal no less, but the effect it has on Eames' life is miniscule at best.

"Well then," Eames gestures with his glass, "that is nice for you."