No one has ever made him feel as seen as you, cherished as you, wanted as you, loved as you.

Finnick shakes his head slightly, banishing the negative thoughts about Capitol, about the looks he receives as a handsome Victor, about Snow's humiliating request that quickly turned into a threatened imposition. How could they have the nerve to force him to sell his body, to submit to those lustful glances, to that way of undressing him with their eyes, to sell and surrender his body, using as leverage the only person Finnick has ever loved? The one who has ever given him true contact, true understanding, loyal and genuine love?

Finnick, at times, really wants to give up. To deny the availability of his body to this dirty, perverse, disgusting game... But this thought is banished as quickly as it comes; he can't, and he knows it. You're too high a stake, he can't stop doing what he does when you're at stake. "Thanks, darling, it's beautiful." Finnick looks away from your wonderfully adorable face, so adorable he's still amazed, and the necklace you gave him. A gift so simple the Capitol citizens would have laughed in his face, but he... He appreciates it, because you put time, love, and patience into making him the necklace with the shells and conchs he loves most. "I'll always wear it." Finnick whispers, tying the necklace around his neck with quick movements, smiling.