"It would be nice if it could stick, however," Finnick says, swirling the wine in his glass idly. He much prefers the idea of doing more work now to do less later, and he doesn't want to help get this seat set up only to find out they have to defend it ten, twenty, or fifty years down the line.

In any case it's going to take some work to get it there at all. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks at Eames over the rim of his glass.

"Do you want me to talk to someone? I can be quite persuasive if I put my mind to it."