Finnick attempts a smile, but it's a little soulless, as he winds his way through the fae to make it to Eames' table. He hasn't seen the man since he came to him in a panic after Childermass, and he can't help but be ashamed. He knows he must think less of him, and that's the whole reason Finnick keeps it a secret to begin with. What kind of fae can be a lord if he's been a victim of such an awful crime for so long as well?

"Hello," he says as he sits down with a gesture at the table; "I hope you don't mind."