Valentine's day has been quite lovely for Finnick so far. Brunch with Annie in the morning led to an early afternoon laying in bed, and now Finnick is out in the city in the early evening making arrangements for dinner. He's in good spirits until he senses Joscelin, and it's not like vampires are highly rare in London, but they always put a damper on his mood anyway. He makes a point of marking them every time he senses one nearby, not interested in letting himself become prey in case their sense of smell is as strong as his sensitivity to magic.

He sees Joscelin near the entrance to the underground, and recognizes the look in his eyes immediately. It's a look he's seen far too often, and even if it seems perhaps less intimidating in the eyes of someone who looks like a child, Finnick knows it can only spell bad things for the recipient.

Tightening his jaw, he alters his course a little and makes a beeline for Joss. Call it stupidity, but at least he can tell when he's being hunted - the human in Joss' line of sights has no idea, and Finnick has a chance to let them escape. He walks at a fast pace, fully intending to bump Joscelin off course with his elbow, enough to distract him momentarily and give him a look to communicate how much hatred he feels for all of Joss' kind.