Guilty Pleasures. God, are all vampires this gross? Finnick rolls his eyes. "I'm sure they are," he says, with a hint of skepticism. The only ones vampires might not want in their clubs are the ones who don't taste good - they have no one to protect themselves from just by virtue of existing. The fae are much different, so much more delicate by nature even if they are gifted with magic.

This is a concept that Finnick is becoming increasingly more aware of the longer this vampire talks to him. He's not sure why he approached him to begin with, other than perhaps to promote his awful-sounding club (it's owned by a vampire, which makes it awful okay), and it's a struggle for Finnick not to just bolt.