So not only does he have to deal with the smell of a wolf in close proximity, but now there is vomit here too. Finnick's having an excellent evening. He gives Party a cold but somehow disgusted look as he considers whether to walk away or say something awful.

"Don't you think there are more tasteful ways to show the Council how you feel?" he says, his tone even but biting all the same. If Party were fae he'd probably try and shame him into leaving to avoid embarrassment on behalf of their entire race, but Finnick could care less how much of a joke the wolves are.