"I wish all of your kind would take a walk in the daylight," Finnick says, his smile fading just a little, "but you won't be getting my help."

He scans the people around them - none close enough to hear, though it must look strange, he a grown man glaring down at someone who looks so young. For all Finnick knows the vampire is older than him. He's young for a fae, so it's not unlikely.

"Don't you have some hapless sire to get back to? I'm sure they're wondering why you wandered off during playtime."