Finnick smiles knowingly. "Me neither," he says, a little hesitant. He says it like he's trying to be relieved as well, but his expression dampens noticeably as he feels a surge of shame at having lost his title. All of a sudden he's self-conscious again, like he's worried all these fae are talking behind his back. He was only a minor lord, it's not like many of them even pay attention to that stuff, but a few must have noticed. Surely Eames did.